(2011)
#Haiku
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
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…
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party