I have no picture for this one. It is out of print but I wanted to put it in my blog because it was written by a St.Louisan poet and published the year I was born. So this is it's thirtieth anniversary, along with mine. And though it is insignificant, like I am, I wanted to give it it's due on my insignificant little blog.
The author was elderly when she wrote it, which is a testimony to the art of poetry never leaving the soul. I'm going to share my favorite poem yet from this collection:
Faceless and formless
but real to my mind,
my Other Self.
a witch I call "Majesty,"
stands still as a hummingbird
in midair,
watching me.
-Louda Voellner
J.L.Wills
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