CAME EASY - LIFE CAME HARD
Although he never spoke in words, he spoke in writings.
He started to leave these pencil and pen thoughts in my mailbox and sometimes
I'd return his thoughts with mine for him to pick up.
His real name he never uttered to me as he walked by my home on Hurdman
Rd. When I said hello he lifted his head his plastered dirty hair never left
his head - totally not messable glued forever to his skull, his lips silent.
He lived alone in the woods by the riverside. He seldom, if ever, talked
to anyone. I set out to say hello and to chat with him and to give him things
that I thought he could use in his igloo shaped home hidden in
Evanchuck & Helene Lacelle
book is lovingly hand-stitched together using
linen thread and printed on recycled paper and rag cardstock.
pages of life-felt poetry and original
composite photos to accompany each poem.