Some of the words within these pages are for music, and not just the poetry. The Wind In The Grass tells of an Elsa, a Jeanne, and mostly, a Barbara. Theyre pages in a book, pushed along by an off -shore wind like the tall grass on the true cape of Hatteras. Theres a boxer in the 30s, a killing hurricane at sea, an imaginary French resistance fighter defending white wine. Theres the Viking, Teymor, a lost soul and a lost story before recorded history; and a brave little tugboat at Pearl Harbor.
There are words of loneliness, of wanting and not wanting, and other words, gentle and direct.
The Wind In Th e Grass is for all of us who understand silence and those of us intimidated by it. Life does get in the way. Its something we have to understand. As others rush by, its up to us to motion to them, beckon and wave. Slow down, we should say...come over here. Lets sit and read together.