I devoured this lyrical and unabashedly personal meditation on, amongst many other things, the loss of a loved one and finding one's voice.
Having grown up in a
junkyard along U.S. Highway 1, Ray tells how a childhood spent in rural
isolation and steeped in religious fundamentalism grew into a passion to
save the almost-vanished longleaf pine ecosystem that once covered the
One of the most intriguing and original and strangely wonderful minds out there.
I haven't yet begun this collection of essays by the poet with lovely name, but can't wait to.
Drinking: tea, water, water, tea
Thinking: what's piled up on your bedside table?