through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
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…
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
There is an even-handed justice in… No senility forgiven, but caught a… Blood and flesh, bone and marrow To feed the life of another, And back to the earth that gave it…
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
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Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed
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…
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind