WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
Me: I love to drive He: it’s too damn dangerous safer to fly, statistics prove it
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
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 -
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
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
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…
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
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas