We have finished the final edits on this next book of poetry. Looking at one poem at a time is difficult enough since each one is a scene stealing, egotistical swine. Dealing with 131 of them is wild.
Well, what you do is entirely more remarkable, I think. Your chaos is on another level entirely.
I have an old pal, 93, who is illustrating a children’s book of mine called “No More Naps!”. As I write this my wife and I just completed our one hour evening stroll around this tiny town, L’Isle sur la Sorgue, just about 15 miles east of Avignon. We rent this cool apartment for $1800 for the month. Life is dang good, in spite of the dump running our country, and the poetry is flowing like the wine. yer pal, Wes
Exactly, like the school teacher who get 30 middle schoolers to pay attention and stay on task. I was a wood working teacher in Maryland and it was very similar.
Congratulations, Wes. You’ve found a second career as a word-wrangler, herding your lines into shape with eyes and skills of master carpenter. I look forward to its publication.
Thank you very much Paul. In that last post with the poem called "Undone", there is a button that goes directly to Lulu.com, the publisher, where it's available. Can't believe it took two years but I am slowing down in my ability to put these things in order to behave in a book.
Huzzah for the new book!!! Can't wait to have it on my shelf. Thinking about the lines,
"Bring them out singly
to admire their unique hue,
perhaps fix a feather or two.
This is the only way
to deal with them"
The quiet of it... is SO how I feel about each of our books.
Well, what you do is entirely more remarkable, I think. Your chaos is on another level entirely.
I have an old pal, 93, who is illustrating a children’s book of mine called “No More Naps!”. As I write this my wife and I just completed our one hour evening stroll around this tiny town, L’Isle sur la Sorgue, just about 15 miles east of Avignon. We rent this cool apartment for $1800 for the month. Life is dang good, in spite of the dump running our country, and the poetry is flowing like the wine. yer pal, Wes
What a fabulous accomplishment! I picture you with all these unruly poems zooming around your head. But you can make them sit still -- for a bit.
Exactly, like the school teacher who get 30 middle schoolers to pay attention and stay on task. I was a wood working teacher in Maryland and it was very similar.
ouch -- sounds like guarding a bunch of fleas...
Congrats on the new collection! And yes, a poem is a messy thing. I definitely know that undone feeling.
Maybe poets accept being undone and just roll with it.
Congratulations, Wes. You’ve found a second career as a word-wrangler, herding your lines into shape with eyes and skills of master carpenter. I look forward to its publication.
Thank you very much Paul. In that last post with the poem called "Undone", there is a button that goes directly to Lulu.com, the publisher, where it's available. Can't believe it took two years but I am slowing down in my ability to put these things in order to behave in a book.
I didn’t notice (duh).I’m on it!
I love it. The whimsey - the image of the satchel needed to carry these beauties most carefully..
Can’t wait to add the book to your other work I treasure here.
(and delighted imagining your book held in the small hands of a very intent Nathaniel!)xx
Hola Patris- ti kanis. I have that same hope for Nate, among many others.
Ευλογεσ για μακρι και ευτυχισμένη ζωή for your little fellow.. for All of you with him xxxx
Got to spend part of yesterday with friends and what seemed a troop of tiny ones .. what joy 💕💙💙💙
Yeah, those little ones are nothing but joy.
Both my grandchildren are taller than me - it’s wonderful but very different…!
Truly amazing.
It happens in a heartbeat 💓
Congratulations, Wes! This poem gave me a happy laugh.
thanks for reading Margaret. I hope one day you can visit this dinky town called L’Isle sur la Sorgue. What a beauty.