Thoughts after Jim Jones massacre
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
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
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
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…
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold
it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed
I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party