| Author: | Linda Jaques | ISBN: | 9781310077104 |
| Publisher: | Linda Jaques | Publication: | March 2, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Linda Jaques |
| ISBN: | 9781310077104 |
| Publisher: | Linda Jaques |
| Publication: | March 2, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Threaded together with black and white graveyard photography, this collection reflects shadows cast upon a daughter’s life during the year surrounding her father’s death. Life goes on all around the dying – buried memories are unearthed, relationships take their hits, dreams are invaded, history is witnessed, seasons change, neighborhoods transform while trampling the past, mirrors hold us newly accountable, and essential laws and questions are revisited. Life trundles forward through the mess of death, whether or not we can picture ourselves in our future, minus that beloved person. We trip over the mundane, curse the indifference of the ephemeral, and persevere. If we’re lucky, a useful recognition or two might emerge. These poems are fragments of indirect evidence that a good man was here and is gone, and someone was paying attention. Not for the light reader or the casually engaged.
Threaded together with black and white graveyard photography, this collection reflects shadows cast upon a daughter’s life during the year surrounding her father’s death. Life goes on all around the dying – buried memories are unearthed, relationships take their hits, dreams are invaded, history is witnessed, seasons change, neighborhoods transform while trampling the past, mirrors hold us newly accountable, and essential laws and questions are revisited. Life trundles forward through the mess of death, whether or not we can picture ourselves in our future, minus that beloved person. We trip over the mundane, curse the indifference of the ephemeral, and persevere. If we’re lucky, a useful recognition or two might emerge. These poems are fragments of indirect evidence that a good man was here and is gone, and someone was paying attention. Not for the light reader or the casually engaged.
