(2013)
Bar road
#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…
Still they knock at my door And complain About the state of the world Selling fear Like grape Kool Aid
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
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 -
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
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
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…
it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
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
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
my real name was Clarence but they always called me Dummy because they thought I was stupid I lived with my Mom and swept up… for a dollar a day ‘cause
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
(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