WindSock. (Original writing)

In WindSock I write about people, family with its pain and its joy, my humanist convictions. Often celebrating the lives of women, my poems observe qualities of humanness. I am interested in natural speaking voices, which are as varied as people are and were. My poems often insist on the focus of a scientific eye. I am engaged in the search for something of deep value in a finite life that can so easily become meaningless. In Writing Like a Woman Alicia Ostriker says the woman poet may seek to become united with what is sacred. Perhaps this is why the bones of the king in "Stones" have merged with the stone of a mountain. Through the journey of this poem I face the loss of my father. I discover awe for that which will persist: cliffs, sand, the sedimentary rock and the vast time they possess.