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J.C. Perspective 

Hate is the sister who twists the knife
damns her brothers, preaches lies

Hope are her brothers who pray for her life
to experience love through cross-bearing eyes

 

March 13, 2020

I clenched my shawl
  tightly
     at my breast
         my fingers
             grasping the fringe
                   frayed threads
                           hanging
                                 on the edge 

              taking deep breaths
        winnowing what remained
from all that was ripped away

 

I enjoyed Zoom

time with Penny Kittle today and found her strategies so helpful! 

Long Ride Home 

Six Flags over Georgia, 1977
chain-clicking roller coaster
metal of the
Great American Scream Machine

shrieks of free-fall
cheeks flattened to face
against the wind,
angel wings threatened 

sticky sweetness of cotton candy
colorful quilt batting
scenting adolescent sweat
church youth group trying every chaperone’s nerves 

three-striped Adidas and jeans
with ruler-sized pocket combs
protruding from back pockets
worn proudly
leaving a statement behind
mine, orange with purple letters:
“Back Seat”, a pre-GPS indicator 

T-shirt booth with vinyl iron-on transfers
like warm dough fresh out of the dryer
I picked silver-glittered
Bob Seger and the Silver Bullet Band
on a black shirt – for the Friday night roller skating rink hangout
with a drop off and pickup line like school 

and almost held hands with Don W. but picked Bobby S. instead
my preacher dad a chaperone
finding out 

my fortune cookie warning:
A long ride home is in your future.

 

Terriertorial

Like two jealous kids

Vying for our affection

These dogs pick show fights 

 

My father has always written his sermons with a fountain pen – he is the sheer image of a Dickensian writer hovering over his inkwell at his antique oak desk. So the tradition of fountain pen writing with a lazier spin (no inkwell) passed to my hands. 

Be Ye Transformed 

All because of
my gene pool

the choice
became
critical

my pen preference
particular

the silver spoon
of a poor preacher’s kid

neither chisel
nor charcoal
on stone
or papyrus

rather

a medium nib
rich indigo ink
a selection of styles
for any occasion

the everyday best choice:
a Pilot Varsity
Disposable
Fountain Pen
wielded at a 40 degree angle
moderate pressure
on the nib
flashing like
the shield of a warrior 

winning the day 

National
Fountain Pen Day –
celebrated annually
since 2012
on the first Friday
of November 

stories and histories
more orthodox than Bic
(cult following thick)

to celebrate:
take my hand
dare to
wade into the
fountain

be baptized
sprinkled
immersed
a fountain pen mermaid disciple 

be ye transformed

Link to fountain pen blogs:

https://www.fountainpenday.org/resources/blogs-websites/

 

I am visiting my daughter and celebrating another anniversary of a miracle – her story of drug addiction and restoration proves that God’s love wins over evil. He body slammed the devil and brought her out of that lair! I wrote a “skinny” today. For every parent, child, friend with a loved one in the grips of addiction – keep praying! 

Modern-Day Miracle

God saves those beyond all hope
Miraculously
Gracefully
Mercifully
Lovingly
Miraculously
Powerfully
Tenderly
Redemptively
Miraculously
God saves

 

Miracles

Nashville, Tennessee

mother, daughter celebrate

brand new Birkenstocks! 

supper: salmon steaks

risotto cauliflower

fresh-steamed Brussels sprouts

evening: Zen garden

bamboo wall, tiki torches

rock-scaped patio

Farmer’s Market stop

succulents and Bonsai trees

jewelry treasures

Frist Art Museum

Picasso’s U.S. Tour stop

Disfigurement art 

Whole Foods Market stop

fresh, healthy food abundance!

picnic on a whim

Hammock in the park

by the city Parthenon

lazy, breezy rest

Red cabbage and kraut

The Bavarian Bierhaus

Big German pretzel 

Playing dominoes 

With a side game of Scrabble

Coffee, happiness! 

Blue Period passed,

recovering daughter lives! 

God answers prayers. 

 Fear of Flying 

Flying solo to Nashville
Boarding pass in hand
Concourse train to A Gates
People everywhere! 

Feeling alone in the crowd

Going through security
Shoes off, feet apart, hands up, scanned
Surrounded by strangers
Standing way too close 

Feeling insecure in security 

Watching green-winged Covids
Swarming throngs of folks
Like a swatted beehive….
Am I really “safe?”

Feeling vulnerably vaccinated 

Feeling the real fear of flying….

 

Masks

No one likes a mask

Until they have a lip wax

And suffer wax burn 

 

I snapped a photo of an inspiring poem on Good Friday as we were having a PL day before our spring break this week. Our #verselove host at http://www.ethicalela.com today, Margaret Simon, invited us to use a photograph to find our writing inspiration today. My verse is a rewording and extension of Micky Jones’ “Invitation to Brave Space.” This is dedicated to all writers who come to writing communities to write, to share, to encourage, to bloom! 

#verselove2021 #SOL21

we come to this space
this brave space
scarred and wounded

turn down the world’s noise
tune in our hearing ears
to the amplified voices
of our community 

to begin
to grow
in truth and love
to embrace imperfection
to work together 

to express
to write
to feed
to water
to bloom