This morning, I read the final poems of Sue Weaver Dunlap’s poetry collection, Knead, published by Main Street Rag. Knead is available through the Main Street Rag Bookstore. Until you buy your own copy, here’s one of my favorite poems from the collection:
Soul Gathering
They came, no heralds,
no trumpets sounded
their arrival, not a group,
just one at a time, each
entered his room, at night
a pattern, men to the right
women to the left, sometimes
a semicircle at the foot
of his bed, as if in prayer
for this brother who feared
his going home as they
visited and took a piece,
offered him solace
in the darkest of night.
Denton Loving 