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Some Grand Dust

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In the first series of poems from "Some Grand Dust", noted author, poet, musician and artist Bill Minor takes love poetry to a new level. The poetry becomes a series of tender musings on his long marriage to his wife, captures the real essense of a loving relationship, one in which the day to day becomes a celebration. Each word is carefully chosen, and the poems have a quiet strength that become more vibrant with each reading. The second half of the book comes from the voice of the author's alter-ego, and has a freshness and subtle humor that are delightful to read again and again. This is, quite simply, poetry as it should be written.

Some Grand Dust comprises two poem cycles ("Our Peasant Life" and "Moker") by jazz authority and writer William Minor. These are superbly crafted verses of life, longing, loving, family, and neighbors - both real and imagined. Moker's Unborn Daughter: Today she wants to take a walk/and talk about men, his least favorite subject./"What can you tell me about them?" she asks./"Nothing," he replies. "Not a thing." Well,/you must know something," she snaps back./"As much as I know," he says, "about myself."/"Is that all?" she cries, and clasps her hands/before her face, tossing her not so delicate/hair. "See? See?' she chides, peeking through/the game they used to play: "This is the church/and this the steeple." "See what?" he cries./She dances away. "See? See?" she calls/back over her truly beautiful shoulder,/Moker's mocking unborn daughter.