He smiles when I am dead to the
rest of
the
world.
And it is
like a
lit
candle
when
I see his face.
I am more than
acceptable even
when I am doing
my worst.
I dream of his arms.
his voice,
and the laughter
of a man.
He is my friend.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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.).
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