(2014)
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…
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I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
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
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
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
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
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
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