It wasn’t fall when he died, closer to winter’s heart, when birds abandon bare trees, dew sets forth its layers. No delicate blossoms lined our path, none of spring’s hopeful renewal, just tired trudging, winter’s dirty boots, a sterile hospital room unfit for a two year old’s play. He unhinged from existence, a blazing gold […]
Let them say the meadow of my heart blossomed in the summer, burst forth in colorful, robust bunches, gleamed– let them say my heart’s woodlands were carpeted and bloomed vividly in the spring. Let them say my heart was a cornucopia, a proud, sturdy host, an open-mouthed vessel which filled itself over and over again. […]
To see the places where I am from Stretches the senses back farther than my birth Back into the warm waters where I was formed Back into the waiting seed carried inside her Carried inside my Grandmother Who was carried inside her mother Stretching back like a house of mirrors Smaller and smaller images of […]
Let us fall in love slowly turning our lives gently as pages in a cherished book. Let us not betray the slightest punctuation or rhythm of thought. Let us take time to love, to leisurely bathe in Nereid depths of clear-eyed emotion . . . tracing the symmetry of our passion across well-thumbed pages read […]
As anyone reading this may already know: on January 20th, 2021, the role of the inaugural poet returned to the White House for the first time since the Obama Administration. Amanda Gorman, the first Youth Poet Laureate of the United States, read her poem The Hills We Climb for President Elect Joseph Biden and Vice President Elect Kamala Harris’ inauguration. Amanda Gorman wowed us her with poise and eloquence. She inspired us with her spoken word and her message of unity and resilience. In a move most if not all poets would applaud, she offered respect and remembrance to the great Maya Angelou who once was also an inaugural poet. Above all, she motivated an innumerable population of Americans to want to read poetry, to write poetry – the ultimate goal of a poet laureate.
I dance with the dead extending my hands to an ever-expanding circle of passed loved ones and friends. Holding fast to their memories I dance about the room to the beat of the moment, circling round and round moving through time back to the beginning as life ticks away to a celebrative finale. And when […]
Over the years, our family has enjoyed some Christmas reading. We’ve read through The Little Match Girl, The Elves and the Shoemaker, A Christmas Carol, Sherlock Holmes and The Adventures of the Blue Carbuncle, and many other great stories. But one of our favorites is poet Dylan Thomas’ A Child’s Christmas in Wales, which we read every Christmas Eve. It’s a beautiful story that shares Christmas memories from over one hundred years ago. If you’re looking for an enjoyable short read, here’s a link to a public domain version:http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks07/0701261h.html
Hello theatre fans! Boy, have I missed having theatrical events in the county to share with you. They have been too few and far between. But, things are looking up. The theatre company I belong to will be presenting A Virtual Christmas Carol and that is the topic of this month’s column. And, the book club over at Minnie Cannon Elementary has been working on a radio adaptation of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. I hope to bring you more information about that in my January column. In the meantime, should you hear of any group or individual in the county that is finding a way to present creative endeavors, I urge you to give them my email address so that I may shine a spotlight on their productions right here in this column. I can be reached at StageStruq@mchsi.com
Have you ever had a dream that moved you? Not the one where you end up going to work in your undies. I mean the kind of dream that, even years later, you remember vividly. Artist Helen Kate McAllister (or HK) lives her life in those dreams, creating the art of the subconscious. Her artwork […]
Did you know that a turkey’s snood can change color depending upon their emotions? I didn’t either until I read local Lake County author Lori Armstrong’s children’s book Bubbly Jock and the Thanksgiving Fallacy. It’s the story of Bubbly Jock Jack, a turkey living on an organic farm complete with corn mazes and goat yoga. There Jack spends his days following the farmer on his rounds, playing with the farmer’s children, and pecking grain from the visiting kids’ hands. He leads an idyllic life until he overhears something that makes him question everything.
(Oct 30, 2020 at 9:18 AM) And when dreams come Let them For you are half asleep Into your room They parade And invade peaceful solitudes And raging wars Prior empty fortresses Without which Unguarded awakenings Would unfold Embrace them You are never Completely asleep Unless unaware You are
Today, Madeline Sharpton told everyone at school that I had herpes. She’s a mean girl, practically six feet tall, and that tall-ness gives her a weird authority in the world of middle school. All the other students believed her–including my so-called friends. I’m only thirteen, but it must be the worst day in my life forever.
If you are reading this on a phone, you may have to scroll to the side to see the full poem. This preserves the integrity of the lines on smaller devices. I am drawn to the kitchen window by the blue-jay’s cry. The neighbor’s marmalade cat sits on the fence, Under the orange tree. He […]
It’s Halloween weekend and there are some live music events happening in the County. Here’s another mini-music guide for the last weekend of October/first weekend of November. Please let me know if I’ve omitted anything. Please bear in mind, masks and social distancing is required at all live music events.