Archives: Poem Gallery

turning the yard
the future they must
the new seeds

Stone mason
in his thousand chips
the beginning of names.

alone in cabin fever
the snow melts and melts…
out of the cabin, still alone

a canoe rows
the moon river
tide keeps moving

adding her screams
screamed before her–
the ghost train

long dangling
threads of sun dew…
then the spider’s face