I Am Dying of Old Flowers

“”I ride a power tower I ride a wild thing I ride raft That bird is dead, That bird is Flying That bird is Crash house That bird is Crash on the window”” —Nicolas Kelley What happens when the ocean takes a night off from making waves to rest? I Am Dying of Old Flowers tells the story of this and many other kinds of nights. There are nightmares and insomnia: “”I just could not sleep with that dark blue wall staring at me like the emptiness of space”” (“”The Blue Wall””). There are stark reflections on loneliness and loss. The pandemic comes under attack, with one author writing, “”I had 2 vaccines and a booster. Wanna fight?”” (“”Dear Covid””). This collection is full of complexity and shadows, insterspersed with lightnesss—a conquered fear of escalators, the sound of a mother’s voice. I Am Dying of Old Flowers is the eighty-ninth book from Cow Tipping Press. Cow Tipping Press teaches and publishes writing by people with intellectual/developmental disabilities, giving audiences a new way to think about this rich form of human diversity in practice and in print. Learn more at www.cowtippingpress.org —- ISBN: 9798866158560