Sunday, 27 April 2014

28 April

Well I think it's fine building jumbo planes
or taking a ride on a cosmic train
switch on summer from a slot machine
get what you want if you want - 'cause you can get anything

I know we've come a long way
 we're changing day to day
 but tell me where do the children play?

-Cat Stevens

these are a few of the things we saw as we walked the beaches yesterday

we live on an island after all

winds blow and seas storm

all things return to the sea

so water bottles and what not that are blown from recycling bins

travel through streets and neighborhoods

into waterways - into rivers 

into the seas

back up onto beaches 

where the tides carry them back out

until they are broken down into tiny microscopic

pieces and are consumed by marine life

who then either die themselves

or are consumed

by guess who?

27 April

I hear you speak to me

through those i love

i have seen your beastly dance

I have seen you

chew my people up and spit them out

do you wear them proudly like a beaded necklace? 

I have watched you channel through rivers

like blood through veins


you have a branch on my tree

of friends and family

but you are a cheat

you have no guts to face

what you leave behind

 I do not release you

you are not absolved

fuck you


27 April

there's nowhere you can be

that isn't where you're meant to be

it's easy

all you need is love

pax et bonum

sea-foam bubbles

I have always believed that love is truly all we need.
I agree with those that say we must love ourselves before we can love others.
However, I do not believe one can truly love themselves until they have felt a deep and abiding love for some one other than themselves.


this was taken on the last day of school last year




Friday, 25 April 2014

25 April

walking the beach of a morning

i found spring stealing across the Atlantic

she lighted up the sandy shore

with her coquettish  and quicksilver promises

and though I am well experienced

with her capricious ways

I allow her easy access 

to my cold heart

and twirl with the

greenness of young girl once again

as flighty spring

sparkles and dances over the cool water

and as i turn toward home 

I  feel the wind rustling the leaves at my feet

and I know 

she but toys with me

Thursday, 24 April 2014

24 April

everywhere little things are blossoming now

daffodils are bouncing yellow

along old rock walls

magnolia and dogwood petals

stand pink and white against blue sky

and tiny grape hyacinths blossom

in the woodland gardens

Monday, 21 April 2014

21 April

together they were nothing but a mess of sharp aches

 rocking on that bridge

smokin' a bone

limbs open

swaying in the breeze

steal  away up here 

to watch those troubles slip away below them

like dirty water down the kitchen sink

you don't gotta tell them twice

Friday, 18 April 2014

19 April

sorta pretty

good eye
nice ass
sorta old
big heart

plays fair

beach girl
good girl

early riser
seaside walker
nature lover
wood sprite

doesn't fight

light dancer
music maker
peasant legs
part elf



imaginary gardens with real toads

18 April

Tuesday, 15 April 2014

15 April

even spring is born of season's past

crocus and tiny flowers push their way through

skeleton leaves

that molder in dust

and molder in dust again

Sunday, 13 April 2014

13 April

and in the neon light i saw...

sounds of silence
Simon and Garfunkle

13 April

the beach which stood empty the cold winter

will not be long neglected now that warmer weather's here

signs of spring

the last thing i bought was this

country farm-house teapot


 four green beads

13 april

(my father is the center man in uniform)

my father was a sportswriter for the Boston newspapers

when we were young he would take us to the game

the red sox

Carlton Fisk
Luis Tiant
Carl Yastrzemski

they would take their turns around the bases

stiff wrists holding onto wooden bats

 I can hear the chanting of the crowds

in the moonlight of my memories

I swear

the sound of a baseball game 

is so deeply ingrained in me 

it brings me right back to 

my papa

sitting on the back porch 

listening to an old transistor radio on a porcelain table

Play Ball.....

only a brief story

in the limbo of my youth

almost gaudy in its melancholy

and then I tumble into home

Saturday, 12 April 2014

11 April

Daddy and his girlfriend live in a green house near the beach

we all live on the second floor where the trees can reach

me and my brother got a room with nice new beds

and when we wake up in the morning the sun is shining on our heads

I drew our house with crayons and it came out really nice

my brother said that it was dumb so I smacked him -twice

daddy's girlfriend hung it up, 'cause she's nice like that

we have a fish named Freddy-Bob but we can't get a cat

at the beach with daddy when the sun is high

he throws us in the water and we feel like we can fly

then we lay down on our towels till we're really, really hot

and we walk back home for cookies, 'cause I'm hungry quite a lot

in the evening in the kitchen when the sun is low

we eat our dinner at the table near the open window

we can see the girls play softball in the park across the street

and watch them running 'round the bases in their sneakered feet

daddy got us brand new bikes, and after dinner, we all go for a ride,

through the wood, and up the hill then down we glide

my brother likes to ride his bike super duper fast

and all the neighbors wave as the four of us ride past

daddy tucks us into bed and reads a good story

my brother gets to hear more 'cause he's not as tired as me

sometimes in the night time daddy plays his guitar

and we like to hear the music floating in from afar

daddy thinks we grow too fast and tells us to go slow

but we are still just little boys so how do we know

someday we'll be big and tall and have our daddy's reach

and we'll remember how we loved him in our green house near the beach.

 a poem for a child with

imaginary gardens with real toads

Friday, 11 April 2014

11 April

for the love of trees

perhaps one day we can listen to the lesson of the trees

and slow down enough to pay attention to the details
i may head out to the nursery this weekend
to purchase some pansies for the porch
so cheery
the weather has finally changed here
even when the wind is blustery the daylight temps 
seem to be staying above the mid fifties
I have been walking the beach in the morning
but as you can tell from the wind on the waves
it isn't quite sunbathing weather yet
speaking of wind...
 every time we drive anywhere lately we notice
plastic grocery bags blowing around 
stuck high up in the tree tops, in bushes, on the ground
please make a concerted effort not to use them
 it is the end of the school term and i have 3 papers 

and a group project due for one class alone


Thursday, 10 April 2014

10 april

 they have started a new fence line along the Long beach side of the causeway

Tuesday, 8 April 2014

8 April

the rain is falling like fingers

outside our bedroom window

when i wake in the wee of the night

if it were your fingers raining on me

i would hear the sultry pitter patter of my sighs

evaporating in the darkness

instead of the rain fall outside

and i am damp and muggy without you

 friday flash 55

Sunday, 6 April 2014

6 April

once i stuck my fingers

in the waterfalls of time

 I can never forget the way the droplets of water

looked in that light

suspended in the air like tiny diamonds

time is not a barrier

time is not a single unit

it zips back and forth

forming  pleats

i feel your power shining 

in the pockets of light

and because i am not tough

i travel there

and find you in the details


6 april



this is a section of a series of 9 mosaic murals
celebrating the oceanside city near where I live
I had never seen them before yesterday
the detail in them is amazing

the weather here has finally turned

I walk the beach almost every day so I suppose you might say

that walking is my favorite sport

this is a "mermaid's purse"

or the egg case of a shark, ray or skate

Friday, 4 April 2014

4 April

it is not the words that you once wrote

or even the letters that you formed with your fine fingers

it is the whisper of your essence on the yellowed paper

the lingering breath of your thoughts

the fading pen marks where your once strong hand forged lines

into a language I would carry in my heart

long after your sweet lips stopped

long after your hands were still

long after your last breath


imaginary gardens with real toads

4 April

4 April

Joe and I recently discovered 9 mosaic tiles hanging 
along the waterfront in the next town over

while we were out and about
they are so creative and detailed and fun
I plan on going back again to get some more photos.


the days have been sunny and warm (in the high 40s)

this makes me very happy

I have seen both of my daughters two times recently

this makes me even happier
i have to go to the market tomorrow

this does not make me happy

I got a new lens adapter from photojojo!

I've been having so much fun with it!

random 5 friday

friday finds

my town shoot out

Thursday, 3 April 2014

3 April

this is a small section of one in a series of nine mosaic tiles 

which hang along a waterfront walkway and pier.

They were done by a couple of local artists and 

depict scenes from the city which

we see from our tiny island. 

You can see the traffic coming in from Boston,

the beach people, and the joggers along the parkway.

Wednesday, 2 April 2014

2 april

one day
to mark your time 
the sun comes up orange and pink
over the horizon
and you step into the morning

imaginary gardens with real toads

street poetry

Tuesday, 1 April 2014

2 April

1 April

when the sun came back out

she walked to where the sidewalk ended

and then she turned around

and walked back home

to where he waited

with bacon and eggs for breakfast

 imaginary gardens with real toads

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