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Three Stones and a Pipe

May 20, 2015 by T H Savaht 4 Comments

Steve McLeod August, 1944 - May, 2015

Steve McLeod
August, 1944 – May, 2015

I’m glad
i picked Chanterelles
with you
sodden shoes
walking
up
hill
in the
Rain
Birds
like bookends
of Song
and Us,
bounding from topic
to
topic
paused
to uncover
a mud-laden
truffle of thought
still pungent
and ripe
with laughter

Photo by Frank Fecker

Photo by Frank Fecker

Filed Under: Art, Culture, Featured Writing

About T H Savaht

T H Savaht moved to Oregon in 2010. A healing arts practitioner, T H has studied with indigenous people in Siberia and South America. He began writing poetry in earnest while studying and eating moon pies at The Evergreen State College in Olympia, Washington. He is also the author of Ebon Chronicles, a self help guide disguised as a vampire novel. He currently resides in Norway, crafting stories and skipping stones on the fjord.

Comments

  1. Watt Childress says

    May 22, 2015 at 9:26 am

    This scenic moment serves as a beautiful tribute to Steve. Thank you, Vinny. He respected you and was grateful for your company.

    It took some work to coax Steve into the bookshop to meet you, not long after you moved to town. Socially, he was more caterpillar than butterfly. Yet I assured him it would be in the spirit of the afternoon soirees he enjoyed with Michael Burgess and Billy Hults. I knew he’d appreciate the chance to engage in deeper conversation.

    Steve and I became closer after Billy and Michael died. The will to connect can be strengthened in the wake of loss, as we experience the mystery of human contact. Let’s pass those stones around at a memorial soiree for Steve, soon to be announced.

    Reply
  2. Watt Childress says

    June 3, 2015 at 11:00 am

    A memorial soiree for Steve will be held on June 24, 6 pm at the American Legion in Cannon Beach.

    Reply
    • Sharon Amber says

      June 8, 2015 at 10:25 am

      Thanks, Vinny. Love this. Simple and sweet & powerfully poignant – hope there will be music at his soiree as he also danced well.

      Reply
      • Vinny Ferrau says

        June 9, 2015 at 10:39 am

        Thank you Sharon 🙂 lets make sure of it, Music would be so welcome and relevant…

        Reply

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