(2010)
(from a scientific report stating that our pre-human ancestors had wings)
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
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…
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
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
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…
Autumn dusk descends Street lights run on rain-slicked… To glistening pools
I remember the summer of the polio scare we couldn’t go to the cove to swim that whole summer
the silence of colour palette of fall reflected on water white birch trees granite rocks
the sum of the estate: pictures newspaper clippings poems the memories
(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
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
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…