Oklahoma Poets: Leah S. Taylor

Leah, during our 2011 philosophical summit. It appears we have reached the dessert course and are doing just fine. Sending you my love, Leah...RDK

http://www.sierrarealestate.net/best-subway-tile-looks-for-the-bathroom/ Editor’s note: I now have an annual ritual, having completed it three years in a row.  During the week between Christmas and New Years, I meet with my former mentor, Dr. Leah Taylor, and my current neighbor, Lisa Red.  We talk about the year, waxing philosophical about the ground we’ve covered. Then we talk about the next year, waxing philosophical about the ground we hope to tread.  During our most recent meal, Leah shared that her brother was ailing.  It seems now, however, that he is near Death’s door.  When Leah feels the need to love someone very deeply, one of her ways is by writing them a poem.  She’s agreed to share the two poems she has written to support her brother in his process of dying.  One waxes philosophical about the ground from where he came, and one about the higher ground to where he is soon going. ~ [kelly]

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Leah S. Taylor

                                             02/18/12

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the angels whom

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                                     02/27/12

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End note ~ Leah is a published author and poet.  She grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio and Tulsa, Oklahoma.   Her family is Jewish and her father was a judge in Tulsa for many years.  The stories she was part of during a very discriminatory time in our State’s history need to be told as well.  I hope we can do that soon.

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