Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Once in a Blue Moon

When I was 7
My parents had tickets to the Municipal Opera, a fancy
name for the local outdoor theater.
Peter Pan Flying across the stage, John Denver singing
"Annie's Song", the Russian ballet.

But the things that stick in my memory the most are
listening to Radio Mystery Theater on the drive home and the
once in a blue moon late night stop at the
pizza parlor where we sat in a middle booth along the far wall
and stayed out long past the bedtime of a 7 year old little girl.

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Sunday, October 25, 2015

Intermingling sounds at Pearson and State

CTA buses rumble "...Jesuit..." as the
latte pitchers clash "Thank you!" and
the machines hum "really?"
in the Starbucks

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Sunday, October 18, 2015

James Clemens, the orphaned deaf girls, and me

I see the beauty of the past estate
Of the brick and iron and imagine
The double decked porch upon which he must have stood, 
Without vision to the world before him.
I hear the leaves rustling, the birds chirping,
the bugs rubbing,
The crunch of the weeds, the music of the ice cream truck.
The sounds of children that they themselves could not hear.
Exposed to the elements, open to the world
Once filled with compassion, now
Left alone, scarred, unloved, hidden behind the
Stone and brambles. Invisible.
Rooted, and strong, defying to the world what is happening inside
Where the eyes no longer see the possibilities and the
Ears fail to hear any words of hope or comfort
And the heart can
No longer be broken for it has

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