Opening remarks for Westcott Opening reading
The two poems I am going to read refer obliquely to my work as a poet, photographer, and artist. I hope the connection will be sufficiently evident.
For those of you who knew my father, I will have to explain that the second poem is from a dream I had last night, and does not refer to his “real” dying.
Both poems are brand new, I wrote one last night and one this morning, so I apologize for their roughness.