Another new year, another season of change. Another opportunity to really look at what is before us, not just to recognize that which we already know to be true. Perhaps we all will have to be more articulate. Conversational, colloquial America is going to really have to know what it means when it says it is America if it is finally going to achieve itself.
Longer I Wait, More You Love Me
Wendy S. Walters
Palm Press
$18.00
124 pages
About the Book:
The thirteen experiments in narrative structure that comprise LONGER I WAIT, MORE YOU LOVE ME, Wendy S. Walters’ first full-length collection, reflect a special affection for the long-form poem. With deadpan perceptiveness, the subtle dynamics of relationship that can lead to loneliness, romance and even divine love are noted as landscapes of consciousness. This collection examines how misfortune occurs when we allow those moments, people and locations most familiar to us to pass by without acknowledgement of their resonant mystery.
Providence, RI
This is where I used to live. It was the loneliest place I have ever known. When I moved away I had hoped to be able to hold on to it,since my life had changed quite a bit for the better since I purchased it. I hoped I could be happy revisiting the house, maybe even using it as a place to work. But the house was too heavy to carry financially. So I put it on the market and was lucky to find a buyer. I suspect anyone would be happier than I was living in that house. Sometimes I miss the loneliness, but these days I am easily distracted from longing. These days my home is the place I most want to be.
On the grounds of Helsingor, the castle Shakespeare had in mind when he wrote Hamlet
Been writing about Ophelia for years now, but I still can’t figure out the ending of this piece. She is too much of an ending herself and yet, so unfinished. But sometimes there is only so much editing one can do–at least before one realizes that it’s time to start over. Oh boy, that’s a moment. Time to start over . . .
Pelhourino, Bahia, Brazil
Outside Columbus, OH
Without industry, what becomes of the American pastoral? Do we go back to the farm once the cities are also empty? How green can industry really be?