(2013)
#Haiku
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
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…
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
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…
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…
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…
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people