Thoughts after Jim Jones massacre
pillars of sunshine through cloud - heavenly suburb under construction
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
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
Seagulls hovering Uneven hills encircle Tide pool reflection
inhumanity kills boys civilization kills girls
I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…
come sit beneath my branches and read to me from dead poets for I am old all texture and symmetry a conspiracy of cocoons
Clouds on horizon Now and then a shorebird’s cry On buffeting wind
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…
the darkening hills a triumvirate of crows in the glowing gloom
the universe opens accepting my homecoming sky races by
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
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
little lies, seeds of thyme shallow-rooted, often sewn cover the largest stone yet a tree springs from a single seed
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…