I am Bill…

I am Bill I am growing I love you all, that I’m knowing and beyond that there is mystery and hope you are each quite like me yet very differently with your own special ways to grow and grope So I’ll try again, my friends, to watch my mouth, my means and ends, as we I am Bill…

Golden Tree

Golden Tree, December 12, 2010 there is a glorious golden tree still so alive for me these many years since first I glimpsed its shimmering, glimmering glory that I know it will glow and grow ever so long after all the leaves fall long after all the trees fall long after all This poem has Golden Tree

Not Dominoes nor Dice

Bill wrote this poem “it must have been in the 60’s.” I recorded him reading it in 2008, then added the images to create this video.

Five Ogunquit Poems, 1993

Ogunquit, 11-6-1993 The museum is closed, winterized. Benches and some of the sculpture garden critters are wrapped snugly in blue plastic, cocoons, hibernating until spring, with here and there a head, tail or toenail showing. Some statues, pieces of scupture, have been released from their concrete anchorages and hidden away somewhere in deeper hibernation. The Five Ogunquit Poems, 1993

Unicorn

A wonderful horn has the unicorn. We hope he/she didn’t have it before he/she was born. Bill & Mary Lee, March 1989

A have a rosy view

I have a rosy view out to Talmapais and the Golden Gate where the mountain meets the sea. The Sleeping Princess may yet swing free out through the GAte to an ocean of emotion with a peaceful bent. Perhaps all of time has been well spent. A single rose a single word a single silent A have a rosy view

A Fairy-Land of Moon-Light

Memory Hikes Through Marin “A Fairy-Land of Moon-Light” By Calvin Roy Trampleasure [circa March 1917] It was a beautiful day in mid-September. We had been to the top of Twin Peaks in the morning, just by way of an appetizer for’ the trip we had planned for later in the day. The air had been A Fairy-Land of Moon-Light