Elephants
Posted on | April 8, 2010 | No Comments
Red Clay, Blood River is a story about memory — how we remember, what our memories do to us, and how we share our memory with the memory of earth. As I have been working on these questions lately I am reminded of the memory of elephants, thoughts which issued in this poem.
Elephants return to the bones of their kin now bleached by the sun, turning them over with their trunks, sniffing the ribs, caressing the limbs, leaving their footprints behind until they return again to turn and be turned, Remembered.
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William J. Everett
In my teaching career I authored eight books and numerous articles in social ethics and religion. After over thirty years of academic work — in Germany, India, and South Africa as well as in the United States — I wanted to turn my hand to a poetically written novel to probe the issues of ecological and human reconciliation.
When I am not writing, I create furniture for worship settings. For more about my work, go to www.WisdomsTable.net, where you will also find galleries of artwork by my wife Sylvia, whose ancestors were the original inspiration for Red Clay, Blood River. READ MORE...
Red Clay Blood River
Red Clay, Blood River is a story told by Earth about two brothers from Germany and an enslaved South African woman whose lives bind together America’s “Trail of Tears” and South Africa’s simultaneous “Great Trek” of 1838.