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Blue Betty still coasting along!

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After two hours of more or less comfortable sleep in pulled-over Betty on I-70 in Topeka, KS (at this point they had to make time, there was no toodeling around anymore), they went for the Starbucks fix. I-70 brought them right into Missouri. Rain almost all the way, that’s what Kat calls Bielefeld weather, Bielefeld being the name of the German town where she grew up – you get the picture. By the time they crossed the Mississippi River into Illinois, Betty had driven 1,100 miles in less than 30 hours and was ready for a well-deserved break.

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They stayed with Glenn’s family in the tiny village of Elsah, IL (population 130), a peculiar place where Glenn spent much of his youth. While Em was indulging in pre-war clothing that Glenn’s mom Inge had pulled out of her attic, she was experiencing several orgasmic moments, trying on garments her…

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Posted May 29, 2014 by strongjacksonpoet54 in Uncategorized

Never-Ending Poem by The Poets of Everything is a small book of poetry available on Amazon.com   Leave a comment

Never-Ending Poem by The Poets of Everything is a small book of poetry available on Amazon.com

Available on Amazon.com

 

The poems in Mary Strong Jackson’s latest book reverberate a reader’s senses from belly to brain with such lines as “The Poet of Alive/lets a mouse live on her body/and in her hair/slips unknown veggies/in your soup/ has stare downs with her dog/thinks germs might have feelings/”… or “The poet of bedclothes/ writes what heaven feels like/ in the blank stare of night/…all the while mocked by muffin heads/ with cozy grins and ruffled hair/ speaking night language poetry/”… Mary jumps head first into whimsical images that take the reader along for a fun read. The book is invaluable for writers of poetry who will see that every object, person, or place is a poem waiting to be written. Teachers of poetry will find this book inspirational for themselves and their students. It draws one in from the book’s beginning with “The Poet of Time” to the finale with “The Poet of Sweetness.

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Posted May 29, 2014 by strongjacksonpoet54 in Uncategorized

Toska   Leave a comment

Russian – Vladmir Nabokov describes this word: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”

I think this word describes what I felt before leaving a long marriage. I also felt the need to explain myself for leaving a decent, hardworking man. But I didn’t know how to put the reason/s in a word or words, but the word is toska.

We cause each other pain without wanting to cause it, but ignoring an anguish that develops inside you leads to sickness that manifests in one way or another, and makes not only the person experiencing it ill, but others around them. I don’t feel now that I owe anyone an explanation to choose my life, and how I would spend the many years that I had left to live after my children were out of the house. I’m finding that questions are answers, and the only way to not let them rub you raw is to live the questions, act on them even if you can’t form the questions at the time, but feel them as that sick pining. After enough time passes, you start to realize what the questions were that you could not name,

Posted May 23, 2014 by strongjacksonpoet54 in Uncategorized

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The German and the Gemini   Leave a comment

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As my friend Ella asked me other day, “Who ARE the four mad travelers anyway? I know two of them,” I thought I would shed some light on who, in fact, we are (or what we are, for that matter). There is the gemini and the German. And then there is – let’s call her – the op-shop dancer (you will see later why that makes TOTAL sense, I promise). That makes three. The fourth one, sadly, dropped out last minute. Actually, no, what am I saying? We are still four, of course, counting Betty. How could we forget her? Without BB there would be no trip. Now back to packing and getting ready – less than 24 hours before we hit the road, Jack!

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IMG_4260 The Op-Shop Dancer (Em)

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Posted May 19, 2014 by strongjacksonpoet54 in Uncategorized

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