Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
All I wanted to do was ride my mo… And make out at Spooner’s Point. But when Mary Daley got pregnant Her father threatened me with the… So I married her and went to work
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…
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
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
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
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
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…
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?