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Phil Weidman is a long time friend. His poems continue to fascinate me. Years ago I used a quote of his because it hit so deeply: “…it’s love we crave …love the healer…if you ruin yourself to the point that you can’t love, the ballgame is over.” This depth of feeling comes up often in his poems. The connection to joy and acceptance. Battering down the old ego. But remembering we also have to laugh at ourselves. There is respect in these poems, humor, daily experiences, and a man who roams the wide range of
himself , finding the lost calf in winter, noticing the landscape and the start and end of a day. In one poem he writes of “recharging a battery that has outlived its warranty”, and this is where his poetry really works for me. Weidman goes the extra step in his emotions. He can take you with him. He writes: “…wilderness doesn’t stop at forest edge. It continues in me”.

Phil Weidman writes as if he sat down with suffering, listened to it with all his heart, and put it into plain words for us. And then he opens the door and takes us along for a walk in the forest with his dog. Look, he says, how crisp the air is. He doesn’t let the poetry get in the way of clear vision, but his lines stay with us. He’s taking us on a walk to open our eyes.