I was on FB a couple minutes ago. One of my Friends, who lives in the Boston area, was walking behind a Muslim woman whose body was covered with a black burka.
You know what Mr Simms did? He cursed and screamed at her and told her to go back to her country of origin.
His Friends liked what he said.
I was furious and gave him a piece of my mind that America is for everyone. If you saw a Jew walking with a yarmulka on his had, would you yell at him?
FB can occasionally be an awful place.
Visited Mom and Ellen after the Writers' Group. Both doing well. Mom's mind was very sharp when I told her about the chairman of Temple University's Physics Dept - a Chinese- American - being arrested for "secrets" and then all the charges were dropped.
"There must be more to the story than that," she said.
She's making Carrot Soup for Rosh Hashanah, which starts tomro night. Wonder if I'll be invited.
ROLLCALL
Judy wrote a fabulous prose-poem about afflicted individuals finding solace under The White Sheltering Tent. Written in 2007, she dusted it off to bring to us today.
All of us are afflicted in one way or another.
Beatriz said she felt very weak and drove a motorized wheelchair. She brought in a Book Review of Beneficial Insects. There's more than just ladybugs and aphids. She always impresses us with her great use of words - Spanish is her first language - including, 'it behooves me' - knottily - and several more.
Martha, nattily dressed, wrote a piece she worked on last night and this morning. New guy Remington is just learning the way Martha and me, too, write.... we're last minute writers.
Marf's husband David told her to write about the characters residing in her head. Introduce them to one another, he said.
She used the word "Author" to describe the author of the universe. Brilliant, says I. They were as real as the characters in Wuthering House. With one difference. They did not exist. Yet. The Author had not released them.
Remington wrote one of his unusual poems "B Movie." A swell poem that used a "catalog" as it's called - a list - of B movies, horror films mostly.
It began with a 'seed pod," coming to life, reminiscent of one of the best SF films ever -
Invasion of the Body Snatchers with Kevin McCarthy and Dana Winter.Rem liked the film b/c the bad guys win!
Linda's story "Lucy in Paradise" had wonderful creative ideas but was filled with too many characters who were hard to follow. She'll concentrate on just a few.
I had so many ideas for short stories but concentrated on the most pressing idea, based on a true story about one of my therapy clients.
Phone Therapy is a tragic tale of a self-absorbed woman who is never happy. After her suicide at the end, it is found that she is a gifted poet. The therapist, Arlene, has been asked by Random House to write the introduction to the book.
Ah, I am draining the last of my tea now.
When I wrote my story and poem this morning, I was all coffee'd up.
DEATH OF A SPARROW
The
Lord gave me dominion
over
the creatures in my yard
I
obeyed with two swinging
bird
houses and squirrel-proof
feeders
that never ran out
of
seed. This after all is not
the
African continent where God
hides
his eyes at the bloated bellies
of
his starving children. I do not pretend
to
understand His ways.
The
thud came to my front window
Knowing
what it was, I looked to see
if
the bird had fallen behind the holly
bush,
a nice place to die, I thought.
To
my horror, the little fellow was
lying
face down in the bird bath,
wings
at rest, never to see the
wife
and kids again, to soar above
the
earth, over dozens of fragrant
barbeques,
the occasional shimmering
of
the backyard pool, the glorious green
trees
where nests abide year round
squirrels
balancing on the wire,
mourning
doves chasing blue jays
mid-air.
Advancing
to the bird bath, I tip
the
sparrow to the grass below.
Let
the creatures have their way
with
him. In the dead of night the
raccoon
may waddle in. What better
than
a free meal, thinks the masked
raider.
I
eat my garden salad on the
front
porch, in full view of
the
sparrows, doves, cardinals
and
neighbors. All of us put here on
earth
for a reason. Do you
know
yours?
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