In one of those chance meetings between writers we hear about, this meeting taking place on the web, I learned of a poet named Cedar Rey who hails from a distant place and doesn’t quite stay in one place (by all accounts, which is only one—mine, via his voice). He has talent, and I asked him if he’d like to share a poem on this website. He happily agreed. And in the spirit of place, and re-place-ment, and also of origins, I give you …
Meeting in the Darkness
In the booming ballet of fireworks
she was a tiny spark
yet soaring over the heads
of the event-woven strangers
she fell in love with a star.
The star said: “Your body is brief
while mine is distant
our love is not possible in this world.”
“I am the other world,”
said the spark
– Cedar Rey
The Village Wit (2010) is a humorous and sometimes dark odyssey through village life, love’s fall, sexual politics, and that place where memory and modern love intersect. Read an excerpt here. This book is also available as an ebook.