POEM BY & IN MEMORY OF Nicholas Quinault

I lean another way.

Toward something softer, earthier, slightly wayward and definitely unmeasured.

I lean towards anything organic; a hip, the breast of a bird.

Anything meandering; a falling lock of hair, an encircling arm, some green vine on the move, any fierce irregular look, anything from the good book of Nature.

Yes, I lean Nature’s way.

Toward something irregular, earthy, slightly wayward and definitely unmeasured.

Here’s to the curve.

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Cockinos (as he was known) was a New York City poet I had the good fortune to have heard perform – he was a wonderful story teller – and have the occasional great conversation with. He died just about a year ago. As I was weeding out more of my files in preparation for my move to California I ran across this poem of his and wanted to share it.

[I do not have the source for the above earth image. If anyone happens to know it, I'll be happy to post the information below the photo.]

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‘til next time, keep dreaming,

Roswila
[aka: Patricia Kelly]
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