Ends Today April 17 – Four of my kindle books free – Here’s sample from Memories in Clay
Ends Today April 17 – Four of my kindle books free until Friday – Click HERE Here’s sample from Memories in Clay – poem about my father originally published by the Wayne Review: Fatherhood There was the valley, the Youghiogheny cutting through rounded mountains, the red clay my father dug with pickax and shovel to force a home from the grudging hillside. The time was new, the clay dark red with iron, the wind warm enough for summer, but not so hot you’d think of death. My father grunted with each heft and swing. He sculpted that clay with the same careful touch he used when he etched our busts in redwood. He showed me the meaning of the red clay, the river in the valley cleft, the rounded mountains. He showed me the tracks of the deer, the shy brown flash of doe between green undergrowth. He showed me how to find wild onions by their leaves, and how to recognize wild cherry trees by their black bark and sweet sap. And with the sunburnt sweat of ...