Thoughts after Jim Jones massacre
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
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
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
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
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse