". . . The human voice, as well as the voices of bears, wind, and waves, are at one with an animate universe, and when we are alive in and to the world we inhabit, we enter into a loving relationship with...
Bonnie gives an overview of the book:
On the Correspondence of Friends Who are Male and Female
It is easier
to be lovers
Lovers speak with their bodies
words more lovely
than those of Shelley or Browning.
We choose to be friends.
That is the reason
our letters get messy--
sweaty feelings smudged in margins,
soft-lead, partial fingerprint smears,
or whatever ink
stains the paper
as it flows too freely
from the tips
of gently-feathered pens.
And just the other day,
that tiny crumb of chocolate bar
from my lips.
Both my parents were teachers, who met at the University of AL. My mother eventually taught 2nd-grade reading; my father taught math, history, and political science. To improve his income, he later became a seller of insurance, not something he liked, but it met the needs...
"I think dirt is the reason I have spent my whole life in the South," offers Huntsville, Alabama poet, Bonnie Roberts, whose poem "Take Me Down That Row One More Time, Green-Eyed Boy...