is it true that people
Labels: NaPoWri Mo, poem, poetry
posted by 'Zann @ 3:47 AM
Professor's widow, mother of four, zannma to two. Grew up in Coral Gables, Florida, transplanted to Indiana at age 40, where I saw my first snow and learned to love wool. We homeschooled three of the kids, I helped to create a used bookshop ( Wabash River Books 1996-2005)and became an online bookseller. I started this blog in 2005 to share my mid-life artwork (primarily fiber), poetry and creative explorations. On March 18, 2006 my 20 year-old son Patrick died...and my world irrevocably changed.
On January 7, 2024, my beloved husband Paul Burkett died...and my world irrevocably changed.
I own 72 years now. Life is still very mysterious, magickal, beautiful and sweet and sad.
Patrick performing
Patrick's dad, Paul Burkett, took up saxophone 6 months after Patrick died, making our garage 'Patty's Studio'and making music his healing path.
2 Comments:
I can't even bury my dog's ashes. It's ridiculous.
Congratulations, poet sister.
This one really speaks to me. Zann, I can tell I'm going to have to spend more time at your blog!
~from a Bird by Bird sister
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