Steve Troyanovich
For Lew
This is the last place. There is nowhere else to go.
— Lew Welch
you flow through the final gusts of memory
cradled by the hermit's wheeling hand...
yesterday we met in Riverside
you were reading your poems...
before the last raging storm... before oblivion's final hours
you invited me to your mountain... then
you were gone...
stepping out onto a new planet
you touched the soaring wings sent there
to greet you... there... where time
and place could no more haunt you...
sleep Lew... sleep...
sleep until you finally feel the moon...
Bio
Correctional educator. Freelance journalist and editor. Work recently appeared in Fog & Woodsmoke (Lost Hills Books, 2011). He was also represented in From the Other World: Poems in Memory of James Wright (Lost Hills Books, 2008). His poetry has appeared in many diverse publications and anthologies including: Arabesques Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, The Dawntreader, Inclement Weather and the Goose River Anthology series. Co-editor of the fantasy poetry collection: Omniumgathum. Author: Dream Dealers and Other Shadows. Has translated from the work of the French-Canadian poet, Fernand Ouellette. Presently engaged in translating from the poetical works of the Argentine poet, Rodolfo Alonso.