seek the council of wild things in… leaves that turn their silver side… before the rain slender reeds that accept and bend they will sew your words abroad
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
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
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…
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
we saw your burnished footprints in the soft beach sand followed them across the sea and through the shattered sky beyo… ‘one small step for man’, he said
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools