Here is a poem from my latest book, “You Love Me, You Love Me Not” available on Amazon and at Village Books in Bellingham, WA. The book is an audio book and has a chap book accompaniment. The poem may come across as obvious to some. However, the book and this poem are attempts to explore that level of comfort and communication between two people who can read each other with eyes closed.
Introduction to Discovery
You are a question that must be answered
He touched me He touched me The way I wanted him to The way I wished he would He read my mind And he touched me
His fingers moved along the ridges Of my galaxy in search of the ignition old crate of dynamite hidden in the shed sweats with glycerin delicate to movement so my love is for you
drop that box! start a bang kick start a star to life
use all fingers to read me as a mystery novel written in Braille every bump, knob and dip a conjunction closer to knowing the riddle of Eve
On August 8th I took my blog down while I submitted a collection of poems to publishers for a chapbook publication. I’m happy to report a lovely digital magazine picked it up. Well, not the whole collection as submitted. They selected 6 of the 23 poems in the book, (What is that…about 26% of the book?) –and no hard copies, just published online. Not exactly what I wanted but it turns out it was extremely helpful. I believe they helped me identify the strongest poems in the collection and exposed the fact that the collection is not complete.
The collection is a story arc of a blue-collar factory worker’s life before and after the lockdown. What does a body do during a pandemic? Working-class folks equate moving constantly with productivity. Stay home? Stay safe? Arrghhh! My character starts to slow down and become hyperaware of all kinds of stuff. They consider the cruelty of placing plants in pots, wonder what the air in other homes smells like, and face the agonizing reality of apartment living with a neighbor that uses a very loud blender. This character’s journey is not complete. I believe it is just beginning.
The working title was a bit complex. I found the word “Desultor.” Desultor is a circus performer that bounces and flips from one horse to the next. It was a nod to the Five Horses of the Apocalypse and us regular-folk trying to keep our feet steady, while wave after wave of crappy stuff happens. I’m not going to use that title, so if you want it, go for it. 🙂
September has arrived. Did you sense a change? A shift in the air is swarming over my city. Children going back to school, kind of, and this extra bit of anxiety begins to hover as we all compete on Comcast for fast internet. Thank goodness for 5G right? ‘Effers. Interesting it rolled out at the first of the year don’t you think? Although I love a good conspiracy, EVERYTHING feels like a false front to me these days. It’s even difficult to watch my man Colbert. The Trump jokes sting a bit. Somehow, it’s no longer funny that our leader is a rage-induced baffoon.
In my work life more people are physically coming into each other’s space trying to do various jobs that demand physical attention, such as getting a building open and compliant to Phase 2 and 3 of the State regulated guidelines. It is like an awkward ballet. Social weirdness and outburst of anger are witnessed. It will take a while for us to learn how to dance with each other again.
2020 Housing Bubble & Market Crash
I was keeping myself up to date on this anticipated housing bubble burst and market crash prediction, expected to hit within the next 3-9 months. Anyways, I stumbled across this wild video, that I need to share with someone, anyone.
Dr Sulabh Jain of Chariot Palmistry, http://www.chariotpalmistry.com , is an Indian-Australian gentleman who predicts political and stock market trends using the art of Indian Palm Reading. Wow. I did not know this was a thing. I will gently leave this video here and let you decide what to make of his predictions.
I’m glad to be back writing online again. Working through the Pandemic has been stressful. I’m showing serious signs of fatigue. A great book fell into my lap. I’m reading a book by Laura van Dernoot Lipsky, a trauma social worker and educator, called “Trauma Stewardship”. If you are a caregiver in ANY compacity I highly recommend it.
Written over the years of late 2012-2014 the poetry that emerged from my finger tips started to take a new direction. Nature and love topics will always be on my forethought, but objects like a pole, a cinnamon roll and a rain drop on a porch at night attacked my senses.
2013 was an especially wild year, romantically, professionally, artistically. New jobs (plural), hope gained then lost AGAIN, projects built such as “Poetic Moments” radio feature and the Peace Poets ‘Read-in” events, wonderful highs. Then the love life roller coaster: hot and cold, warm, simmer, then over and gone. In my free time, my down time and on my dates with my notebook, words started to show up. THINGS started to twinkle at me to say “hi”. Simple things with deep worlds.
“Odd Little Things” is a shorter book than “Madrona Grove” but it feels like it says more with less words. I hope you will consider adding it to you collection. This is the age of the chap book, staple binding n’ all. Collect them and SAVE a poet!
My new poetry book, Odd Little Things, will officially launch September 6, 2014 at Village Books, 4-5:00. Please join me and my two poet-sisters, Carla Shafer and Erica Reed as we share our poetry. Books will be available for purchase and sign at the event.
I asked Carla and Erica to join me in my celebratory hour, mainly because I am a fan of their work, both on paper and within the community. Carla’s graceful, intelligent writing makes me marvel at life’s organized beauty. Erica is more like a surgeon with her pen, digging into areas of the heart and mind, exposing those delicate memories that need to be explored.
These woman are outstanding pillars in the writer community. They care, they listen, they show up. Dedicated to keeping the writing arts alive in Bellingham, Carla and Erica create platforms for area artist to express themselves; with projects like Fairhaven Art Block, writing poetry by request at the Farmer’s Market, and Read-ins for Peace.