In Nov 2008, Union Square, NYC, amongst an array of stalls selling crafts, cheese and fake designer handbags, I came across a writer/illustrator selling his impeccably designed poetry books. They were hand-made, with concise, penetrating poems that flowed like fragmented (yet poignant) streams of conciousness about life and love. Some of the poems were/are far too abstract for me to fully grasp, but well written enough for me to appreciate. Maybe a year or so after meeting this poet and buying his book, he emailed me the below poem. I’m not sure why I haven’t shared it till now. It’s pretty great. I hope I told him that!
Email heading read:
“maybe you remember me from union square found your card heres a poem and a picture”
Signed off with “Be happy”.
According to the email (and definitely not my failing memory) the poet’s name is Jason Henry. I hope Mr Henry’s still out there, sharing his (He)art.
I’ll be back in NYC next week, looking for inspiration.