The bookends of my life are books themselves My days are represented on my shelves I wrote a few and others wrote the rest I journey here across the universe I write and read and think of life as quest As drama we never get to rehearse As wandering and searching for the best To treasure here if I find it someday Then leave behind me when I go away My moments moving forward in reverse
When I go it might not be very far That is if I ever go anywhere I see out my window a small blue star And if it would have me I could go there But this is where I am where I belong I feel like I exist when I am here My heart is quiet and my love is strong To have the bookends of my life so near That I remember everything between What was and what is and what might have been
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.