Friday, October 31, 2014


 on process

 and which food will be revealed.?  Which poem written for Halloween and who will be remembered?

My Mom gave me a love of reading; my Dad my love of walking.

You do not need
to talk only to people
who are living.
You can talk
with the dead.  Often
they respond before
you seek comfort, advice.
This, no scarier
than a potted geranium
or the cat self-absorbed
in snoring, marks time
by parcels of the empty --
a manifestation
summoning form,
familiar and voices,

1 comment:

  1. What They Give Us

    Stories, lost, retrieved, recovered, re-worked

    Memory as fulcrum

    The Making of ratio, alliances of meaning

    Core of Heat, language for that, tribe and heritage

    Tents with fires burning in them