posted by 'Zann @ 10:27 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 73 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:
sad and beautiful
Very poignant. The sparsity of words unpins the isolation expressed in the poem. I really like it.
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