Ill Winds Blew

started writing poetry when life seemed to call for poetry writing many zoeypoems about dog love and devastating loss (then Zoey''s book: Unbearable Loss: The Traumatic Death of My Soulmate Dog Zoey starting with loss reaching an endpoint with the last deep griefs in my life my second beloved dog Jena Mom, then Dad gone and so, in 2012 the next-to-last last poem A Black Horse Comes 13 days after my dad''s death then silence on paper a new word-quiet oddly yoked to relentless images, emotions, voices I carry daily and dream nightly but do not write until June 27, 2013 when I was felled deeply by the death of NOVA extraordinarily loved and powerfully bonded cat companion of 18 years