death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
Nature’s snowy gown Melts into a silky pool Spring’s passion awakes
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
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…
see them standing in glass houses clutching stones of fear anxiety suits and shoes boots and jeans makeup and hair powdered and perfumed
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
white-rimmed waves crawl reluctantly shore ward moody city skyline rebuffs shafts of sunshine cloud confusion
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
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 -
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind