death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
Empty moorings and Quiet lighthouse watch the bay Crawl back to the sea
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WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
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…
wild rose bush crushed between the rocks so carelessly placed and yet there a soul looks out at me
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
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
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer