OBSERVATION FROM AN OLD NOTEBOOK
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said
GRAVE POEM: EDITH MUDGET… How is it that I, who kept my hou… And, indeed, my life, and the live… Of my family, in perfect order; I, who made the beds before they w…
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
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
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…
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
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