Never-ending Birds: Poems

Part map, part travelogue, part chronicle, part autobiography, Never-Ending Birds explores a variety of landscapes from Midwestern villages to the boroughs of big cities. Steeped in story-divorce, loss, raising a child, uncovering old worlds and new loves-these poems are gracefully lived in, lived through, with mystery and beauty. from Never-Ending Birds : That's us pointing to the clouds. Those are clouds of birds, now we see, one whole cloud of birds. There we are, pointing out the car windows. October. Gray-blue-white olio of birds. Never-ending birds, you called the first time- years we say it, the three of us, any two of us, one of those just endearments. Apt clarities. Kiss on the lips of hope.