I first interviewed Steve in 2011 and was immediately enraptured by his and Trini's beautiful love story. Steve, (nicknamed TUG online), hails from the USA, but he and Trini, (known online as Dulcina), fell in love across the miles, as some of us sometimes do, through their poems, and Steve followed his heart to Cantabria, Spain, to be with Trini. They married in 2006.
Here is their beautiful little cottage among the mountain peaks. This is where Steve chose to be when he took his last breaths in Trini's arms on March 7th.
Their cat, Grey-Gray
This is their spectacular view.
They truly live among the peaks.
One of Steve's biggest chores, when he was well, was cutting the grass. But he didn't forget to leave a love note to Trini on the lawn.
Trini tells us that everything happened very fast with Steve. His sufferings began at the beginning of the year. He was taken to hospital February 11. The doctors discovered he had pancreatic cancer, stage IV, terrible news.
In February, while in hospital, Steve penned these final lines. He always described himself as "a simple gnome, writing simple poems". But he was so much more than that. He will be remembered through his beautiful poems, and the books and loving memories he left behind. He had such a beautiful and faithful heart. He and Trini lived a God-centered life together, as you will see from these poems.
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in between the beats of pain
in half breath of your love, lord,
i breathe
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it's better to suffer the pain
in this world than the next
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i never knew death
would come with such a lovely smile
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Treatment was to begin March 9, and Steve told the doctor he wanted to be at home until then. An ambulance took him there February 23rd.
On March 7, half an hour before he took his last breath, he told Trini he wanted to watch the Divinity channel. Trini says, "My Steve, after so much suffering, wanted to see Divinity. I can feel him in the air and taking care of me every second. He IS a man of God."
Steve often addressed his friends as "dear one". Here is a poem from 2013:
dear one,
write them
write of the rest one finds in pause
where to think beyond themselves
is peace
teach them the difference
between the holy
and the common
the worthy
and the worthless
the precious
the vile
and the viral
teach them
the work of faith
the melody of hope
the drama of love
little by little the Way
a pure heart endures
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In what were to be his final years, Steve worked on a series of books, which were beautifully done, with poetry and wonderful images. I am proud to possess his books, which are truly works of art.
Trini tells us, "My Steve said that writing was killing him, but he did not stop until he could finish his last work of poetry, "SBB Trilogy", "The Unseen Seed", "The Unheard Word" and "The Unvoiced Vox", completed with Notes in "Postmortem".
"He spent hours and hours without end writing at his computer. He knew his time on earth was coming to an end. How could he know? He IS - not "was" - a gifted soul."
The Unknown Gnome Poems
The Unseen Seed Trilogy,
Books I, II and III
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Trini posted the following poem shortly after Steve's death: "My Steve wrote this beautiful poem about us sleeping embraced in 2015. My Steve is and will be always alive in my soul and in his poetry. Love and good poets are immortal."
as our parting is to be
i leave you this
even in your age
when you no longer leap and rise
and sleep by its design
holds you more than you desire
let me lift with words your spirit
where i will cradle you
with love beyond rejection
and if there be a next life
promise it to me
be here with me
if not now
then when
we meet again
in love beyond rejection
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Sigh. So much love. Tears of joy, that this man lived and loved so well. Tears of sadness at his passing.
Steve leaves behind his loving wife, Trini, his son Shawn and daughter Shannon, and their partners, and some adored small grandchildren, to whom he was beloved Grandpa Sully. His wife and family will miss his loving presence every day. We poets in the blogosphere will miss him, too. He encouraged our dreams. He was a beautiful poet, a true friend, and a loving presence online.
Steve, you make me want to be a better person. You will never be forgotten. Trini, our hearts go out to you. And you are right: love and good poets are immortal.
Sadness at the passing of this fine man, one of our own. And gratitude for having known him. Do come back and see who we talk to next, my friends. Who knows? It might be you!
