Fresh. Genuine. Sensitive. Qualities to be admired in any poet. Qualities abundant in this well crafted verse by Freeman Tyler. Tyler is equally comfortable - and perceptive - in addressing the small, important moment in nature as well as the more evanescent and timeless world of spirit, either individual, collective or divine. On Nature, observing a river: You rush by taking everything with youEven my mind On Love: She was once like thatA promise of sunA threat of rain On Metaphysical Experience: I sat by Denny CreekAnd heard it tell its tale...The song played on and onI forgot my faceMy name On the Divine: This little babe...The promise of mankind. A dwelling place in the heartsOf manIs all he seeks. Freeman Tyler moved from the Midwest to the Pacific Northwest in 1980. He lives with his wife Denise, Murphy, the Basset Hound from Hades, and the cats, Teddy and Yin. He was last seen being chased into the forest of faded memories by a pack of rabid chipmunks. | Spiritual Junk Food by Freeman Tyler, Paperback | Indigo Chapters