Pack Animals: Explorations Of The Emotions That Make Us Human, The Complexities Of How We Connect And The Universal Nature Of Our Individuality

By Chris Wesley

Pack Animals explores from a raw emotional standpoint, a different way in each poem that we connect as lovers, family members, friends or as a society. Hope and loss, faith and fear, being full and being void all find places in Wesley's stark, poetic pictures of the human condition.

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Apr 8, 2008
• ISBN: 9780984675425

Chris Wesley

Chris spent 17 years in blue-chip multi-nationals - mostly as a manager of people & projects, which taught him a great deal about why people sometimes fail, and how to help them succeed. He combines this experience with his coaching skills in the service of his clients. * During three years as a freelance lecturer, he learned a lot about relating to and helping people from all walks of life, and he also learned what a pleasure that was. This experience helped him find his vocation in life coaching. * He has taught coaching to coaching academy graduates; he was an inaugural member of The Coaching Academy's inner circle, and one of only seven members of its executive committee - overseeing the ethics of coaching in the UK. * Since graduating with distinctions in the theory and practice of coaching, from the coaching academy in January of 2004, he has coached a large number of clients presenting disparate coaching challenges. Chris's coaching website, uklifecoaching.org, is probably the largest resource providing free insights and techniques for improving lives in the real world today.

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eBook edition Copyright 2012 Chris Wesley

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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CONTENTS

ADVANCE PRAISE FOR PACK ANIMALS

DEDICATION

BEGIN

WILDERNESS PREVIEW - EPISODE ONE DATE OF BIRTH

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Advance Praise for Pack Animals:

Chris Wesley exposes the very crux of what it is to feel. Not feel with the physical but feel with the being. He puts into words what is seldom described in written and spoken word; the raw emotion behind our human, hormonal, fear based actions and visions.

-Tah Phrum Duh Bush, Hip Hop Artist

As both voyeur and contributor to a variety of human experiences, Wesley's words notice nuances of what it means to be human and to relate to other people, kindly, courageously and at times corruptly.

-Just Kibbe, Poet

I was impressed. The content is very strong with subject matter that happens in every day life, as i read, the words jump off the page and get me thinking about similar situations that i have experienced in my own life. Great job.

-Dizzy, Hip Hop Artist

DEDICATION

For Patricia

I have too many tombstones

Growing in my garden

She thinks to herself

Their smooth slate surfaces

Sculpted into angels,

Crosses

And the Virgin Mary

Tattooed with dates and quotes.

She walks among them

Feeling the blades of grass

Tickle the bottoms of her bare feet

As she simultaneously mourns and celebrates

The time she shared with the lives

Each stone commemorates.

She surveys the expanse of her garden

Taking in the sunlit fields

Of flowers and stones,

The aroma of juniper soothing her

Her peace is interrupted

By a hand pulling on her shoulder

And the gently spoken words

C’mon grandma

As she is ushered away

From the open casket of her best friend

The last person of her generation

She knows by name.

Then the loneliness and sobbing

Begins

We catch spiders in washed out mayonnaise jars

Fly kites down streets and hardly make room for cars

Between us

Black……….White

Mexican…….and…….Asian

laughing

fighting

playing

Never finding occasion to think the world around us

Is any more than this seems

While living in Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream.

The fall

Did more than change the colors of the leaves

Signaled more than the end of a season’s barren heat.

My falling

In love moved back my clock

Reopened my institution of learning

About myself

And the world

I now share.

*I*

The red light holds.

I contemplate getting out of the car.

And crawling