A dear friend was here today and told me about a number of very unfortunate things that had happened over the week to people close to him and to him as well. After our conversation about these and appreciating the poem he’d written out from these experiences, we realized that on this day, like all the days, 45 was going to steal our attention through yet another cruel tweet or verbal abuse.
Though I’m sure we have had racist presidents before, this one never hides it. With civility out the window, there is no discussion, no debate or argument, no conversation, no hope of defending people at the border, no room for encouraging our better angels. It’s as if they’ve fled.
And then there’s the “father figure” head of Focus on the Family, after going to the border, announcing that “these” people are violent criminals. Well, you don’t need me to point out the vicious dramatic irony.
My friend should not have to be shaking his head over 45’s personal vendettas. He should be unencumbered while he cares for those he cares about.
We most certainly should be able to simply get up and get about our own inevitable dailiness, our own work to push uphill to a better place.
Another Day in Your Life
The thing is this rain keeps
falling and the long notion
of another day stays
relentless as a ringing phone.
What if you made up who you are
and why your mother never ate cereal,
why your father was a night watchman
in his own home? You keep things
tidy and full of happy endings. You
rearrange the empty jars in the cellar,
remembering the way you strained
the apricots, blueberries, raspberries,
how you stirred the apple butter, sealed
and labeled each jar. You sort through
the gladiolus bulbs lying on frayed window
screens, pull off new tubers, count them
to see if you’ll have three or four times
as many in the summer when the wheat
grass around your house has grown
so thick the cats can hide. You swipe
the webs from corners of the windows,
go back upstairs, sit down with a drink,
the windows open, and you smile as you tell
yourself the same old jokes your father told.
Taking a short break for surgery to stabilize my neck. Meanwhile, please follow the good folks at Writers Resist online magazine. An honor to be included, an honor to be in such a gorgeous magazine. Check them out when you need solace and friends!
If you enjoy the annual Reading at The Red Dock, this year’s will take place on August 13 at 6pm. This year I’ll be joined by D.L. James and Mark Hiskes. Come early for music, food and drink, and a good time on the high water harbor!
On August 20 at 7pm, I’ll be reading with Greg Rappleye at The Book Nook & Java Shop in Montague. Talk about a place where the atmosphere alone is a joy, let alone the food and beverages.
AND… Kristin Brace’s first book-award-winning collection, Toward the Wild Abundance(Michigan State University Press), has been released! Stop here to pick up your copy now!
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