Thoughts after Jim Jones massacre
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
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 -
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
I met her at the supermarket this… She told me she works in the schoo… I saw again a little girl nervousl… at the taunting –Tallest girl in g… And I wonder if she’s back there…
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…
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
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
