one day i would like to be secure enough to publish a book of verse called simply “old words.”  I have the ability to do this thanks to J.’s patronage and createspace, and the sheer existence of old words, some of which I have put together in abstrusely meaningful units.

I recently received a great gift in regard to some of these old words.  A dear, dear cousin and I connected and in the connection we have had some wonderful conversations about our family history and literary heritage.  I told her I had written a couple of poems about her mother and unearthed these poems and emailed them to her.

I was surprised at how good it was to share them with her and also to see myself again the way I was when I wrote them.

old words, ordinary words can offen capture beautiful people, eternal stories, lives joined by blood and water.