see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
through the sea smoke’s shimmering… where the Passamaquoddy flows the pulsing heartbeat of the strob… in my footsteps, crunching snow through the whirling, wind-blown f…
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…
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
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…
(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