Dear Friends, My friend Art passed away a few weeks ago. Somehow, amidst the eddy of sadness and grief and the steady march of daily life and routine obligations, a poem emerged. Here it is, and that is all. Untitled (for Art) When that cold sun breaks the sky like a hammer
Very beautiful. His life touches us through the words.
Beautiful, Jeremy. Why can't we all live in geologic time, indeed!
Sorry for your loss, friend
Sorry to hear about your friend, Jeremy.
Kettle Pond is a special place for us...Art was a special person.