“I see myself as having a poetic glow somewhere down inside me…”
How was I to know he danced To the beauty of the ridge? That the glen glazed his eyes for so much to see.
(from His Eyes, Darkened by My Shadow)
What I have just read to you – these words They are the second thing that comes to me. If words did not come to me I would go over and lick your hand.
(from I Observe My Dog and I Say to Myself, Does a Dog Think?)
Bruce Meador’s wisdom fries in his pan of wry humor. This book contains the classic, Homer Sledge’s Boy.