once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
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
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
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…
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
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
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
a cold moon filters down through the purple asters no explorers have returned with caterpillar robes and dandelion gold