REMEMBERING LINDA NEAL
Headwind’s First Poetry Editor
“Linda’s poems sing on the page.
Braids with ribbons woven through …
She curated her garden
for butterflies and hummingbirds
Her winged phrases spun and swirled”
— Vanessa Poster
“What will happen to your laugh …?
Whose eyes will hold the passing beauty
of the ocean, the small day
in your garden with a yellow butterfly?
— Mariana Lin
“She will forever be with me, reminding me the value of life,
the magic of words and what it means to be a good human.
And how abruptly a door can close.”
- — Tom Bauer
“She loved words and knew they came from a Beyond that was deep within each of us and that they called to us and could only be heard by the lucky ones, the patient ones, the careful ones, the funny ones, the gutsy, sensitive, irreverently reverent ones, the poets, the magicians, the sorcerers, the fire-eaters, the peacemakers, the lovemakers, the ones who don’t just see things in the world, but see the worlds within things…”
- — Jon Pearson
