(2014)
#Fall
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…
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
surf and turf of St. Andrews olde salts and bullshit under one blue tarp gossip thick as molasses sparks quick as match-lit gas
I’ve known rivers swift currents set free escaping to the brine of the ocean and on to exotic places I’ll never be
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
The taste of winter ice Dug in August from the sawdust Of Conley’s ice house The slap of the screen door On Grammy’s porch
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
death is absence of thought - zen how can we be afraid of something we cannot live to experience? it’s life that is frightening
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
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…