mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
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…
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
A man sits reading under a “SIZ… He does not look sizzling hot He looks quite ordinary in fact Perhaps feeling me watching him… (Not noticing the sign because it…
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
liquid blue nightgown made of lighter fare floats in romance of autumn air a ballerina in an erotic dance longing to join that v-trail in th…
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
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
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
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
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