Niagara Falls stop
memories of spinning life
river of now, then


Niagara Falls stop
memories of spinning life
river of now, then


my girls stand in front
the last time I’ll see Gorham
my childhood, my home

respite on the sea
if only boats could decide
which way our bow points

my grandmother’s sauce
passed down to a new era
her son now the chef

Maine beaches of youth
please a new generation
cousin love abounds
coin in gold fountain
M’s futile Central Park wish:
let us go to Spain
sycamore background
leads to multiracial swings
Jersey touching soul


drizzle barely breaks
never ending cloud cover
shiny road to hope

Friday the 13th
rain to wash away the drought
can it wash my tears?
vine covered castle
along a winding bike route
past progress now lost
