I am very proud of my friend melbachristieatpoemattic.wordpress.com; she recently published her first coloring book and it is beautiful. She is an educator and all the mandalas have literary quotes to go with them. Please check out her blog here on WordPress. It is wonderful to see an accomplishment like this!
Our friend Claudia McGill was curious about how we got our dog Moses. Here is a little cartoon and here is the story that goes with it:
One night our babysitter Jiffy came to the door carrying a box with two adorable puppies. At the time we had our Golden Retriever Samantha. We wanted to take both puppies but husband said no. There was a male and a female–we took the male. We named him Moses (found in the bullrushes).
As he grew up we wondered about his origins as he looked like a coyote. DNA testing wasn’t readily available as it is now so we will never know. He was a good dog and lived about ten years or something like that.
My Dad was a happy guy. Even in this picture taken shortly before his death, he never complained. He lost his wife, his house, his driver’s license and his mind but he was never angry (at least that he showed). Father’s Day used to include a big party up at Camp Veritans–my Dad ran the games. He was always a fun dad and was very encouraging of my art and music. I miss him.
Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads and to the moms who did double duty.
My father Joseph Zimel was part of the greatest generation. He was older when he enlisted in the Army; his fellow soldiers called him Gramps. The Army recognized his intelligence (he had to drop out of high school due to the Great Depression) and they sent him to Officers Candidate School where he attained the rank of Captain. Unlike some men he spoke about his experiences in World War Two until his dying day. I have kept his uniform despite my deceased sister wanting to donate it to the Smithsonian. I also have his medals, a shred of a Japanese flag, some snapshots of Hiroshima and Nagasaki and other mementos. I am very proud of his bravery and I salute him and all the other veterans and men and women on active duty.
On the other hand I wish all war would cease and that we could live in peace.
Pleased to have my art paired with the poetry of Devon Balwit in this issue of “the light ekphrastic”. Devon found a whole new world in my collage.
We are pleased to share the work of the following artists and writers in the 30th issue of The Light Ekphrastic:
Devon Balwit – Blessing; magic (poetry)
Edward Doyle-Gillespie – Wrecker’s Cove; Socorro Prophesy (poetry)
Robbi Nester – The Lives of a River; War Rug (poetry)
Cara Ober – Meshuggeneh, This Train Don’t Stop (artwork)
Kerfe Roig – Blessing; magic (artwork)
Magan Ruthke – Wisdom in the Missouri; Hand-Woven in Afghanistan (artwork)
Crystal Snoddon – Lay Full and Sleeping; Garage Diagnosis (poetry)
Simon J. Ward – The Memory; An Atmospheric Railway (poetry)
Mychael Zulauf – Frail Forms; he returns with fire (music)
LuAnn Zubak – Lost; Untitled (artwork)
I was watching “Better Call Saul”, a tv show which is a prequel to the great “Breaking Bad”. This frame was of Jimmy McGill in a diner talking to his strongman Mike. The New Mexico sky, their postures and the geometric shapes in the background made me ask my husband to freeze the frame. Here is the shot:
Have a great weekend, lovely WordPress people!
That face in the mirror
Who is that old lady?
Not too many wrinkles but tired,
Worn out, bad hair, no makeup.
looking back at myself.
I barely recognize myself
but it’s me. Vestiges of my mother
and I can see my sister in me too.
They were young once, now they’re gone.
I’m still here,
Invisible as older ladies are
But inside I am young, vibrant, alive.
I was sitting at a planning board meeting in my town last night. The building where my husband has his medical practice is under contract with a large group and the application for a variance was being discussed; I went because I’m nosy and I wanted to find out what was happening with it. There was a ten minute break and I went into the ladies room. Either the light was terrible in there or I looked really, really bad. It was probably the latter. I barely recognized myself. Scary! but funny too.
I was born on this day
pushed out by my mother
welcomed by my father, my grandfather
and all the ancestors before them.
Here I am,
68 years later,
no one left but me.
A loving family, problematic though,
two dogs, a messy house, a life well lived.
Who am I but a body in time,
a woman, an artist, a mother, a worker,
grateful to be here on this mortal coil.
And tonight I’m going to have soft-shelled crabs
Pleased to be a part of another great Silver Birch series–
What Was Lost
by Kerfe Roig
what was really lost?
in this return. Forever
IMAGE: Collage by Kerfe Roig.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: When I got into the back seat of a taxi several years ago, there was a wallet on the floor. I located the owner through the phone number of a friend that was inside. It was a somber face that met me when I went to her apartment building to return the lost property: she had been taking her dog to the vet for the last time.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Kerfe Roig enjoys transforming words and images into something new. You can follow her explorations on the blog she does with her friend Nina: methodtwomadness.wordpress.com.
Self-portrait by Kerfe Roig.