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Mdash; Leave a comment. From a conversation I had this evening. Thank God that He has not turned His back on us. Thank God that He still loves us unconditionally. Thank God that He has not disqualified us from LIFE and LOVE.
8221; I think about Jack Gilbert, a volume every 10 years. And I think this is the new year. This is the year I will compile and complete the new book of poems and send it out. Sometimes I meditate hard for the knock at the door, the invitation. Then I meditate or pray about the poems themselves. Can I write one good poem? One poem that stands alone. Did I inherit the marsh, both East and West coasts? Am I more marsh than sea and sand? By Mary Ol.
Feel free to do the same. Tuesday, September 6, 2011. Until then everything we knew about it.
John Feehan, as part of the Birr Vintage Week and Arts Festival.