MJ blathers

dark poet who loves to laugh


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drowned out

chatter
exhaust
ads
jingles
theme songs
gossip
droning
claims

how do we hear
the stillness
that
is

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dad

(a pantoum)

broad-shouldered, tall – i looked up
mom cut his hair during the great depression
youngest of four sons
could take a joke, but expect retaliation

mom cut his hair during the great depression
conservative with money, liberal with love
could take a joke, but expect retaliation
snored so loud, neighbors closed their windows

conservative with money, liberal with love
youngest of four sons
snored so loud, neighbors closed their windows
broad-shouldered, tall – i looked up


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abandoned beachball

The vividly colored plastic mass lay crumpled in the corner of the studio.
“A beachball?” he guessed from bright red, and edge of violent yellow he could see.
She nodded, but continued at her painting.
“Used and tossed. We do that so easily, living in abundance. So often, we forget what had served us.”
His smile faded. He studied her painting again–especially the bruised edges–and then peered at her. This time intrigued, wanting to know more.


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A PLACE FOR US

I think I’ve found a title for the series of novels I’m creating in rural southwest Missouri in the 1940’s. I’m adding more detail and recipes to NANDRIA’S WAR. Jana Good has done a very helpful edit of FLOAT and I’ve started the 3rd novel, working title PAIRING. The fourth is working its way toward reality in my head. The characters are so alive for me, each with her or his own quirks and foibles, as varied as humans tend to be. Now if only the girl who couldn’t sell her mother Girl Scout Cookies would be able to sell an agent on all this… sigh


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wind telephone

[a Japanese man who lost family to the tsunami set a telephone booth in his garden. many use his ‘wind telephone’ to speak to loved ones lost]

I don’t know why I am living. I don’t know why I am the only one left.

I don’t know why I am living when all I have known and loved — all my family is swept away to sea. Why did I survive? Why am I the one to wake up each morning?

How do I promise you that even in my sadness, I am surviving — I think because it had fallen on me to continue the family, to find strength within me to carry on so that I can assure you we will be well; to let you know that you may rest now and let go of care for the family and find the loving peace your souls deserve.

Please hear me on the wind. Please know that our family will continue. Join the winds of Heaven, beloved ones. Let our family’s love sustain and keep you.

Ah, me! How can I do all this?
Oh, wind, whisper peace to me, I ask … I beg you