These are works of nature that wind us through the year on a river of changing seasons, and around every turn, the reader sees the art of the beaver, hears the descending song of the canyon wren, and is surprised by personal dragons. Here is poetry that embraces drunken Frenchmen and childhood longings; some remain in the ether, some are realized. From death, basketball, and the long arm of fantasy from someone who has forgotten his meds, straightforward descriptions of zoological specimens morph into something fresh. These poems are the adventures of a varied life where the therapist is a guitar, mountain lions and street folk respected comrades, and a canoe the better office.
These are works of nature that wind us through the year on a river of changing seasons, and around every turn, the reader sees the art of the beaver, hears the descending song of the canyon wren, and is surprised by personal dragons. Here is poetry that embraces drunken Frenchmen and childhood longings; some remain in the ether, some are realized. From death, basketball, and the long arm of fantasy from someone who has forgotten his meds, straightforward descriptions of zoological specimens morph into something fresh. These poems are the adventures of a varied life where the therapist is a guitar, mountain lions and street folk respected comrades, and a canoe the better office.