(2010)
(from a scientific report stating that our pre-human ancestors had wings)
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
crumbling mortar and stone among the trees it stands alone morning glories creep upon the flo… the stair has fallen through the d… the music of summer is in the air
last night the winter world transformed to summer’s sphere fireflies in the night their aimless paths alight
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…
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
a cookbook is a strange place to find a recipe for the mind but the notes tell me the lemon tr… blooms year ‘round, never stops; while one branch sweetens the air
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
Early morning mist Loon fishing quiet water Shining wake behind
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
SHIPBOARD last night from starless skies a t… stunned and shaken, seeking shelte… from unfamiliar shipboard lights I watched it falter with wings out…