(2001)
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
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…
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
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 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
Life has a way of playing the vile… Or, providing an evener, some migh… I, who did not want to go to war, Seeing the senselessness of it, Stayed at home to work the farm -
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
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…
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
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
she watches him as if the fault were in her eyes poor shorn Sampson withered hands grip the canes that barely hold the frail reflect…