Thoughts after Jim Jones massacre
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
A man sits reading under a “SIZ… He does not look sizzling hot He looks quite ordinary in fact Perhaps feeling me watching him… (Not noticing the sign because it…
Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
