IN THIS HOUSE
Prone on the sagging divan
I see the breeze flirt with the curtains
Through the open window
Bolts of sun shoot into the room
Archways caress them
Into shadows of themselves
Landscapes warm wheat-hued walls
Taormina, Taranto, Rockport Harbor
Dream tips
Just when sleep soothes my aching back
Wind gusts the French doors wide
Waking my wandering mind
I could die in this house
Gary McLouth
McLouth’s poetry, while sublimely personal, connects us to the most basic and essential of our shared histories, hopes and fears. The poems, confident, curious, humble or confiding, unmask his vulnerability and caring, which gifts us with feeling that someone or something is “whispering my name.”
This collection of works across decades of McLouth’s career showcase depths of insight, humanity, melancholy, and humor. [more]
Do No Harm creates an in-depth, thoughtful, and artistically arranged conversation between the voices of the father and son who serve as alternate narrators throughout the book. These nine stories compose a complex duet in which two voices mingle and separate, both delving into their shared pasts, both examining and reexamining their connections to other people, to the places that profoundly affect them, and – always — to the web of family that binds them.
