Your substack is the first I've opened in 11 days. Been on the the sea for a week.
So much beauty and sad truths in your poems. Maybe is not sad, but my struggle with what is and ought. I'm always rewarded when I read your stack. I especially loved Lincoln County.
Read The Soul of an Indian while on the sail boat, then read the Log of Cortez. Funny how similar the basis of what Eastman laid out as, the Indian Soul, resembles ideas Steinbeck expresses in the log.
I love the first and last of these poems especially. As I listened to the recording and you said the last line of the first poem, I shouted, "wooooo!" like I was at a live poetry ready. Thank you.
My earliest memories are of a tiny one bedroom farmhouse that was replaced by an A-frame which was eventually replaced by a modern ranch. Hard-working strangers indeed!
I love this set of poems! Used to be, whenever I moved, I tossed my scale. I'm considering upgrading to mirrors. But that kid in there keeps me honest.
I miss my parents. It's terrible being an orphan at only 70. Today I will buy oranges! Thank you!
A good group of poems giving advice, being romantic, telling a story... One finds the language quite comprehensible making the reading easy but never trivial, and a language that gives pleasure for the poems are well-written.
These poems are just what I needed to read this morning [The Waking(!)] and I am grateful to be able to engage with writers that have lifelong inspired me on this platform. Thank you ❤️
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Your substack is the first I've opened in 11 days. Been on the the sea for a week.
So much beauty and sad truths in your poems. Maybe is not sad, but my struggle with what is and ought. I'm always rewarded when I read your stack. I especially loved Lincoln County.
Read The Soul of an Indian while on the sail boat, then read the Log of Cortez. Funny how similar the basis of what Eastman laid out as, the Indian Soul, resembles ideas Steinbeck expresses in the log.
I love the first and last of these poems especially. As I listened to the recording and you said the last line of the first poem, I shouted, "wooooo!" like I was at a live poetry ready. Thank you.
My earliest memories are of a tiny one bedroom farmhouse that was replaced by an A-frame which was eventually replaced by a modern ranch. Hard-working strangers indeed!
The Waking really speaks to me. Thank you.
Thanks Sherman...a great little collection. lots of intimate emotion.
I love this set of poems! Used to be, whenever I moved, I tossed my scale. I'm considering upgrading to mirrors. But that kid in there keeps me honest.
I miss my parents. It's terrible being an orphan at only 70. Today I will buy oranges! Thank you!
Thank you! That poem about the orange especially...
Thank you!!!
Gorgeous. Thanks for sharing these with us.
A good group of poems giving advice, being romantic, telling a story... One finds the language quite comprehensible making the reading easy but never trivial, and a language that gives pleasure for the poems are well-written.
I keep coming back to reread PILGRIMS. It sings. But why that title? I'm curious.
These poems are just what I needed to read this morning [The Waking(!)] and I am grateful to be able to engage with writers that have lifelong inspired me on this platform. Thank you ❤️
Right gems arranged like compass points around our lives.
You could replace Indian child with any child and the truth would be told. Thanks Sherman
"Pilgrims" is humming in my own heartstrings, on the back deck under the PNW's first blue skies today --in, has it been centuries?
But I am most excited about "Reflection," as I regift it to a dear one who is learning to fiercely love the frightened child they were. Thank you.