Memory as the Lifeblood of Poetry
Very fine piece, James, thanks. The leaf storms of memory, mixed with butterflies and scraps from vacant lots, are indeed where new work comes from.
Just finishing off a book on my mother’s 1940s childhood, and there’s leaf storm after leaf storm … lots of wind in West Kerry. Sláinte, Ted Cleary
Thanks for the kind words, Ted. My mother is from Wexford, so I've experienced a gust or two there as well. Good luck with your book. Slainte
Beautifully written!
Thank you, my friend. Appreciate the feedback!
Very fine piece, James, thanks. The leaf storms of memory, mixed with butterflies and scraps from vacant lots, are indeed where new work comes from.
Just finishing off a book on my mother’s 1940s childhood, and there’s leaf storm after leaf storm … lots of wind in West Kerry. Sláinte, Ted Cleary
Thanks for the kind words, Ted. My mother is from Wexford, so I've experienced a gust or two there as well. Good luck with your book. Slainte
Beautifully written!
Thank you, my friend. Appreciate the feedback!