a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
it was always said that of all the people on the Island I loved life the best I who had the least but I had all I needed
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…
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
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…
crickets and brittle leaves empty seed pods scurrying in the heavy scent of autumn
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind
once the larvae have hatched how long can they survive without… each day I go forceps in hand to count the dead
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
Beneath that secretive smile A strong hot thrust From a sidewalk grate….
I am a rock on the shore of the magnificent ocean millions of years by the magnificent ocean and millions more
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed