Thoughts after Jim Jones massacre
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
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
I am a tree beside the water my ancient roots run deep and wide in Mother Earth as one body dies
wind tangled trees coiling across a yellow moon spiraling leaves surf-curled dunes
mall tree never felt a breeze sweet swell of spring rain on your leaves new life in your branches
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
grey rocks flowering in melting fu… first blooms of March after winter… a flock of ducks is muttering in t… the first light of day to brush th… shakes the branches they reply…
My queen for a day My man’s is in drag again Halloween party
I met her at the supermarket this… She told me she works in the schoo… I saw again a little girl nervousl… at the taunting –Tallest girl in g… And I wonder if she’s back there…
In the universe Of winking stars is there one Who also wonders?
summer is ending following the rolling sun quite without remorse
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
In the lamplight leaf shadows break on the ragged edges of my heart
which of our ancestors did it - traded wings for thumbs burdened us with possessions fed us to the uncompromising earth…