(2014)
#Haiku
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…
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
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
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
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…
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
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…
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
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
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
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…