Once I almost bumped into
a frayed woman, with her dirty-blonde
hair and ragged sweater, wearing
house slippers, and clutching
a greasy grocery bag
as if it contained
the Holy Grail.
Her eyes were like shattered glass,
worn by the cruel sea into emeralds
of disbelief, a prism capturing
images from another life,
seeing everything,
seeing nothing.
I still find it astonishing:
such a mirror for our hungers,
pieced and proven in this
singular flesh.
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Reviewed by P. Michaels (Reader)
Reviewed on December 17, 2003
Kevin, You showed the sad ending of life. A story left within the shell, the person's past, and you said it well.
Reviewed by *********** ********** (Reader)
Reviewed on December 17, 2003
Wow! A very powerful and telling write.....this is amazing! So vivid! ty, Dani
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.
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Kevin, You showed the sad ending of life. A story left within the shell, the person's past, and you said it well.