I wrote this after a cathartic yoga session, and after watching the movie Fury, written and directed by David Ayer. I first saw this film when I was in China and have recently be craving another viewing. After doing so, I understand why.
Both my grandfathers served in World War II; one a test pilot, the other a plane mechanic and bore sighter. Both important, dangerous jobs. This solstice I remember and honor their dedication to freedom and family, and for giving me the ability to follow my passions. It took watching this film again to start to comprehend what they went through at that time in history. Most certainly, they both were examples of the #GreatestGeneration.
I’ve never been that good at rhyming but I don’t think poems need to rhyme; they just need a rhythm. Prose can get away without having rhythm but poetry has to have a beat.
Still finding the beat with this one but I know it’ll be there once I sit at the typewriter. I wanted post draft one, nonetheless, as I find the original honest and true and worthy of sharing. It’s the time of year to be reflective, reminiscent and thankful for ancestors and loved ones; those we’ve lost who taught us right and wrong, those we can still hug and hold, those with whom we can create new memories with by sharing the lessons from those gone. This forming poem is one of the many impressions left from my father, and his enduring protection over me through all the lessons he taught me.
I’m glad to say my brother worked his magic on my computer, and it is up and running once again! Hooray!
editing former dohas typed on a Smith Corona I inherited from my great aunt Eva. it types in cursive and i love it. these writing came from two months of hard work, struggle and perseverance; when i had no one else to listen but my typewriter. lots of blood on these pages
After eight years (like 80 in Mac years) my trusty laptop is dying. I’m hoping to resuscitate him but in the mean time I must post and create in other ways and other devices; dig out and into my back up hard drive which exists for this occasion for my previous work for posting.
a younger version of myself would have just been pissed, taken this as a roadblock and given up; this version of myself is creative and resilient, and enjoys making somewhat sarcastic posts about technological woes. Typewriters and handwritten letters for ever! #trandscendthebullshit #getcreative #writeelsewhere #getitdone #teatime #teatuesday
Since my computer ill, I’ve been working on some fictional, perhaps even fantastical pieces. More to come on that, but let’s just say I’m excited about what I’ve been brewing up in my literary kitchen. Lots of fun inspiration, research and life events coming together to make this creative baby possible.