Thoughts after Jim Jones massacre
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch
There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing
my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause
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…
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed