(2008)
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
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 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
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
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
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom