Jeff Weddle

Good Party Jeff Weddle

When death became the flower of his
dreaming faded to blunt silence

When the words he had written
were all that remained

When death came to his bull heart
no one knew him and still some wept



Award winning (2007 Eudora Welty Prize) poet, Jeff Weddle, returns with a new collection of work aimed at the confusing disarray plaguing our minds.