Funeral Books Poems

The yellow rose is filled with sunshine and joy,  
she says welcome back or good luck.  


The red rose tells a story of...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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Deprived (sleep)

The small green light
on the radio dial... 
glares at me in the dark. 
It is like a lazar light show going off. 
I threw...

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For my very special birthday,                                        ...

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Glorified and sanctified 
by all these tomes, 
blessed and praised, exalted, 
extolled and honored, 
adored and lauded 
in the name of these wondrous vintage books,
acclaimed...

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Above: Wystan in fancy dress
as a beetle -1912


Photographs of Wystan

One of the world's
greatest poets
in a pose, similar
to an Anne Gedde's baby
 
Balancing beetle antennae
his head...

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In my magical garden,                     ...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Nowhere

Unremembered moments, 
"lived through" over the years...
trying to fit in, 
to make sense.

Demands from the outside, 
everyone looking in. 
Someone is running, 
around... but they...

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At a funeral we,                     ...

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My loving friend I could depend
Out for lunch, shopping and talking              ...

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The phone conversation
Late in the evening, my daughter brought me an apparat 
that made it possible to talk to the dead.
The first on the line...

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Use to Be

My best friend... 
I would bring things to you. 
You needed or wanted. 
I would talk to you for hours, 
about whatever you...

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Loss

How can I express, 
something that can not be written down, 
unless you can grasp lightening, 
harness thunder, shush a whisper…
or ask your self if...

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Boxes of Hope

In the attic there is tensile. 
Bright and lovely, reflective pieces
of fluff to begin the journey. 

One, two, three,
a dozen cardboard containers. 
I...

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