Yes, I drank homemade cream soda from these blue bottles, and built that brick wall from century-old brick, my children with trowel and cement slurry at my side. The wall anchored a corner of my enormous pallet-framed chicken coop, my to-be writing corner, my studio, where I would write poems and books and otherwise get away from the world. That dream fled. But others arrived. And I am pleased to display this photo as the cover for my newest collection of poems. Written between 1975 and 2017, these poems touch on many topics, including nature, family, marriage and love, joy and grief, death and life, and memories of tender times. I am not actively marketing the book, but for those who may be interested, the paperback and kindle editions can be found on Amazon. I wish all my acquaintances a happy and prosperous new year 2024.
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