Family Drama

June 8, 2017.  Every family has drama episodes.  And while the family of my childhood was not much like the family observed in this poem – I wrote this encounter because I so identified with the little girl’s spirit flattened by a simple mishap and the repercussions thus triggered.  I’ve included an image of me at age 8 – a bit more cheerful than the girl in the poem.  Someone must have told me to smile.  (In Mrs. Camp’s 3rd grade classroom, I was not a happy camper!) Looking at the collage, I notice I’ve put myself on a pedestal – not the sort one dreams of – but appropriate given the skittery nature of being young, being trapped in your family’s dramas.

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Ode To Apple Tree

November 11, 2015.  I don’t often return to West Texas where I grew up, but fragments of those years frequently come and find me, remind me there were perks in the midst of all the apparent desolation of dusty mesquite oilfields.  Our Monahans backyard was one of a kind out there, a mini orchard of fruit trees — all long gone now, except in memory.  One showed up in a recent dream, and an ode seems a fitting response.

This image is not the apple tree of the ode — but one of similar size and appeal from Wisconsin’s apple country, in 2004.

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