(2013)
At the wharf in St Andrews
#Haiku
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
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
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
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…
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
Now that love has died Only silence remains between Two lonely people
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
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…
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker