I Have a Bird to Whistle is available for purchase now.
From where do these poems come?
The seventh poem in the chapbook, (salt, mask, descent), was begun two months after I’d survived a heart attack, a particular type known commonly as the “widow maker,” and only a few hours after I’d learned a friend had died. The questions that arose from both events have never been answered.
The book is available here to U.S. residents for $7.50, shipping included.
Non-U.S. purchasers can order it directly from me by emailing aBirdtoWhistle@yahoo.com.
Thanks very much for supporting my work. I can’t begin to describe how grateful I am to you all.
I’m waiting the posties whistle ………
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The posties whistle? Sounds like a sad tune.
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It’ll be a good tune when the bird whistle’s arrives….
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I am so glad you are okay! Congrats on the book!
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Thank you, Marie. It was years ago, and I am well!
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Wow. I will certainly read your poems in a different light, knowing this. ❤
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These poems leaked out when they were needed…
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