photo by Teresa Rafidi
I was a child, my mother often read books to my brothers and me. But when we
were sick, she brought out something special: poetry, most often the works of
Robert Frost. There was magic in those words…as she sat by my bedside and read,
fevers were cured, comfort was given, chills went away. Over the years, the
unconscious conscience of those memories has permeated my works in both titles
and themes. The most efficient presentation of language, poetry is comforting
and non-utilitarian, allowing for the beauty of self-awareness, of
self-expression, of a universal whole. Poetry has been my muse, a way of
getting to that artistic place where the world is lost, the body is left
behind, and there is only the mind.
current work acknowledges and celebrates a path of self-revelation with nature
as a metaphor for life, walking, as did Frost, through fields of fodder.