inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
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
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
odd to think of the world without… a frozen corpse in the revolving e… molten lava below cold stars above journeying through the long, wide… unknowing
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
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
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…
sunlight through the clouds in a ring of bright water loons fish two by two
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
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…