Counting

by Hilary Tham

One long poem threaded with personal, evocative poetry constantly moving. A Zen journey. A journey of love. The Absence of Zen. Becoming Jewish. The Kaddish. Blessings. A very readable work of what was known before and what is known now. From "The world is a hard place": We look at our empty hands
and feel shadows and shade,
sky drying where water has bee,
and are left with wind, know them
only by their absence. Water. Wind.
-- Melissa Bell review in VISIONS-International 2001

Unknown Binding

First published November 1, 2000