Keith Taylor

I found Taylor's THE BIRD-WHILE (title from Emerson) at my favorite bookstore in Ann Arbor (Literatti) and am now a late-finding, thankful for the find, fan. Taylor has taught me how to begin to appreciate the nano-second moments of perception in seeing, especially when applied to moments in nature.
I wish CLIMATE-CHANGE DENIERS would read his work! ! !
Thank you, Mr. Taylor.

The first poem is not by the same Keith Taylor as the others. I have no idea who he is.

Dear Keith Taylor

I wanted to thank you for sharing your time and insights with the Chelsea Writers last Saturday. You were very welcoming of strangers which we all were really, also kindred with idiosyncrasies aside. I do remember vividly the occasion when a kind Samaritan women in the city lost her life on interstate twenty three. It bears repeating perhaps not how many times we ourselves pass the location where she bent down to save and nurture back to life but in ever unfolding holiest of scriptures and quaint tapestries, there she is listed forever star-bright in eternal night. I know we are bodily crushed and spiritually forsaken she did not return to her loved ones that night, or to work on a new day. Pity this world you and I are enjoined to, a world which did not follow her as love would immediately in haste to find her living still among the breathing, and there take a stand. Enough of such casualties; our hearts are broken so we demand what can be done! The event like all events is entwined in Gods memory no longer to claim as our very own.