(Canada Poems: Intermission)
there was a series of pieces, published in 100 Naked Words. Many thanks to Johnson Kee for continuing with this despite my laggardly output. These are those, from the beginning.
Having made it this far, I will continue to massage these bits of my misdirected and scattered life into words occasionally — maybe one or two a month — looking at my life lived while avoiding the death of my grandmother.
When we first met, my wife and partner (who knows me better than anyone ever has, perhaps) made for me a gift of this song to listen to. There but for the grace of my autistic life. …
Eventually, for Alice Silliman Moser. It has become my life.