Dedicated to my mother on the day of her resurrection into God's arms.
How do I speak a word whose loss is devastation, burdening my heart with twisted emptiness? Gentle word, a lifetime companion. Strong word, mentor of my vocabulary. All the permutations of its syllables color every rising sun; soothe a hectic pace into sleep. The horizon seems long, long away; lends no energy to pen the days into being; looks empty. How do I speak this word when there is no vocal promise in the morning, no pillow whisper on my shoulder? My hands are powerless to re-write it into being. All its saddened meanings gather at my feet. They weep, remembering. I comfort them but for me there is no comfort. The book is closed.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
From First Love to its destructive end and on to new beginnings, Mary Angela Nangini's poems explore the birth and death of a relationship. The powerful poems are presented in two parts with an introduction to her next book My Ontario Beautiful. (Th