I needed to hear these words today. It isn’t that I feel like nobody. It’s that sometimes I feel lost in a great sea of humanity. This poem reminds me: It’s about the One and Only You, and the importance to You of empty shells and every grain of sand. No matter what others think. Don’t miss my polite note to Amy at the end. Read the rest of this entry »
I’m looking at This Precipice Garden, a slim volume of 42 poems written by James DePreist. One of my friends gave it to me in 1988. I’d never heard of DePreist.
James DePreist was African-American. Born in Philadelphia on November 21, 1936. Nephew of Marian Anderson, also a Philadelphian and role model for young black musicians. When he died in 2013 he was 76 years old.
DePreist’s life was shaped by two realities: Read the rest of this entry »
Telling the Truth 