Name Day

7" x 5"

2021

pen and ink on wood pulp paper

A drawing given to a friend on his sixtieth birthday, I wrote a poem that follows, reflecting back on the recent death of his mother at the time.  "A mother’s soul astern a tempest, / Guiding her son windward, now sixty years turned: / In passing, she spirited to the waxing moon’s crest, / Gently sleeping in a vale of rest. / Of death and life, he immeasurably learned."