Poetry

The target of poetry is the soul. The goal is to attract the soul like a flower attracts a butterfly. But sometimes it is a thistle on which the butterfly lands. Who can predict the pattern of a butterfly’s flit? Poetry changes our flit plans, not always predictably.





Saturday, May 01, 2004

New projects

We are on the road today. Going from Chicago to Bushnell. We are working on several books, both editing and writing. These are books to be published by Cornerstone Press, Chicago. We're editing a couple books by Glenn Kaiser http://gkaiser.blogspot.com/ and http://www.glennkaiser.com/of Resurrection Band and one by Chris Ramsey about his work at Cornerstone Community Outreach shelter. CCOlife.org. Chris is bloggless and computer challenged but he knows his shelter men and women.

By the way, it strikes me that no one reading this blog knows my "we." It is Dawn and me. She is my sweetheart of ten years. She is the object of my Tiger love. She is the "dawn" of my life, subject of the Mime lover poem. I, of course am the mime lover. There are lots of other poems also - maybe some day.

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