"Edges are sources of tremendous transformative potential. Edges are where we give way to Thomas Carlyle and Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “Not Me” (Sartor Resartus: Natural Supernaturalism, Nature). Writers and readers meet at edges where writing gives way to reading. We come to rest in the activity of the Beloved at edges. Robin Blaser says this better than anyone else I know when he says, “companions are/ horizons” (“Image-Nation 7 (l’air,” The Holy Forest)."
I'm so grateful to have "Fast In Thy Paradise, Where No Flower Can Wither," an essay about my Grandma Hauke's passing that I wrote back in the spring of 2011, in the new Saltfront.