Check out the latest 5-star review of Hope Lies in Less, in which Julie Gardner says …
“The prose reads like poetry, lyrics to a new song you somehow know by heart. The common themes pull you along, like dark threads unraveling, as the author weaves a tapestry of emotion that is both painful, but also full of hope. We feel, in the end, less alone for their universality.”
Hope Lies in Less. Me … in words. Available now.
And here … in other words …
amidst inattention
moss
in shades of green and hunger
softens transitions
erodes boundaries
slips within silence
whispers damp endearments
against surrender
lush
sits a bench
glossy wooden solecism
unfledged memorial
to final flight
sits no one
shoulder blades to inlay
photographic proof
he smiled once
wore a blue sweater
let his hands fall
sits memory
untethered
ribboned balloons
tied to slats
celebration of nothing’s
listless arrival
amidst inattention
murmurations
of life and death
against surrender
lush
I had a dream last night that you described here. The place was not the same, but the feeling was.
To me.
I’ll take that.
With pleasure.
Death refuses to be benched. Even when it’s tombstoned as such.
HA!
Indeed.