Sunday, June 16, 2019

Sometimes a thought brings on a poem

Rem and I were writing back and forth in the wee hours of the morning. He and Mark had seen a film by Fassbinder, who I looked up on YT.

He said my story The Death Room is ready to be sent to an editor. That's what I wrote for today's Writing Group.

The topic of donuts came up. A NY Times article on being in love with a Nazi, who owned, among other things, Krispy Kreme Donuts.

I said to Rem, I'd rather eat cheddar cheese and a slice of cucumber. Here goes.... and the problem, as my SIXTEEN readers know is that I may lose this entire entry.

And I continue to read the 9/11 book.

Clearing of throat to get ready for poem.


IN LIEU OF A DONUT

Dedicated to the late Judy Diaz

Judy, do have a seat beside me on my red crumb-filled couch
You'll notice my sea-foam green slippers which can take me
right into the water like Virginia Woolf. I of course have no
intention of leaving, not just yet.
The food's too good, the views too spectacular, and I still
can write a thing or two.

We'll use these shatterless Corelle bowls delivered from
Walmart. Cheddar Cheese from Cabot in Vermont, where
lazy cows with huge sticky tongues know not what they do
as they prepare haystacks of cheese

And cukes! Only someone like the Almighty can invent
such a seeded wonder. The color beyond compare. Like a
baby sea turtle perhaps.
The crunch, the cucumber crunch engages our entire jaw
tongue safely stowed away ... we don't even know how
they grow, nor do we care.

Have another Judy with a hint of salt.


Friday, June 14, 2019

Remembering Judy Diaz



REMEMBERING JUDY DIAZ

On this blustery day in June
Flag Day, in fact, I am celebrating
the death of my dear friend Judy Diaz
dead of an overdose.

An anguished psychotherapist
she couldn't take it any more.

As I plant each tiny flag in the
still wet ground, I remember this
remarkable woman who blew me away
with her wicked sense of humor,
ability to wield a wooden spoon
for marvelous Mexican foods and green salads
love of her therapy clients - when she moved
to Colorado to be with Michael and Tory - she gave
him one of her blue-eyed Siamese.

Judy, call me now before you do the deed.
Now now now!
No use. She don't come back.

Stalked by bad luck in that voluptuous land
Doctors refused to provide her with her
sleeping medication, Class Four I think
they called it.

She was a rebel. The best friend of clients,
Chuck shot himself but missed, schizophrenics
who thrived, and Barbara in sandals, who moved to Miami
"told you you could do it."

We'd meet at Judy's Arundal Way condo
her best friend another Judy finally
said goodbye to a miserable life and
married the love of her life, Irv
from Rohm and Haas. He bought his
Judy a white sable coat and this sexy
octogenarian sat
in his lap at Salon.

Oh, she loved jazz. Bob Perkins with the
Good Music though he sounded like he was
chewing Juicy Fruit as he spoke. I'll call him
later to make a request.

Permit me one last memory. We're at her place
with the antique furniture everywhere. She leaned
against the patio door, cigarette in hand, a sweating
can of Pepsi in the other.

"Ruthie," she said, "What do you think of the
little waterfall I put in?"

Walking down the path, I stuck my
hot hands inside and swooned.

We sat on the patio. Birds sang and crows
cried to their depths, living in the
little woods beyond.

On my back porch is your white wicker sofa
the stuffing smashing through,
the front porch has your nifty ceramic pot
with wild strands of grasses reaching
toward the sky, reaching toward my good friend
Judy Diaz who had the audacity - yes! - to die.

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For more Judy Diaz, as distinct from Judy Woodward, click here.

Below are original designs from when she and her ex, Andy Diaz, lived in Pakistan.

Wednesday, June 12, 2019

My House is Dressed Up for the Night

Upper Moreland Library | Willow Grove, PA Blog

Though I'm already reading - count em - six books and good uns at that
I picked up six more, leaving most of them in the car.

Dorothy, I said, I haven't seen you in a while. The library ladies, such gems,
the men are too.

I dragged out a kitchen chair onto my porch tonight and read until I couldn't
see no more. The book? LIFE AFTER SUICIDE by Jennifer Ashton, MD.

The worst had happened. The husband she had divorced jumped off the
George Washington Bridge.



The first 25 pages are concerned with How to Tell People What Happened.

Jennifer is famous, but of course I've never heard of her. She is the ABC News Chief Medical Correspondent. Her best friends include Lisa Mahmet, Dr Oz's wife.

I remember when my dad died, we did the same thing: Prepare people as we spoke to them over the phone. Dad is dead, Dad is dead.

MY HOUSE IS DRESSED UP FOR THE NIGHT

I peek out the screen door.
Six solar lights harness the energy of the sun.
They stand stalwart as soldiers protecting this house
where once the Lenni Lenape dwelled, eating maize
and acorn stew and fish they looped from the waters.

The moon's shaped like a broken plate
silent in the black sky
as it rises over Charlie's house
the little dog Kalie barking
her soliloqy, An "I miss Charlie" dirge perhaps
or "I wonder what life is like on the moon."


Liability Insurance Poem - Goddard College Poem


LIABILITY INSURANCE

Ever read essays where they define the word?

"Liability insurance provides the insured party with protection against claims resulting from injuries and damage to people and/or property."

Dave and I had a pleasant conversation about this insurance, which I am mandated to purchase
once again for my New Directions Support Group.

Michael LaBarbera failed to respond.

Insure, insure, insure.

Do you know the meaning of suffering?

Every day I try to give Her hope over the phone.

I emailed her the ballad Bring Him Home by Alfie Boe.

She works through her tears.
Tears? Make that agony. Why aren't
the meds working?

Next on the list is Welbutrin. Do not take the
generic. I know these things since I've been
in the business since I was 38 and suffered
horridly.

The Almighty plays no favorites. A man was attacked
by a shark the other day. No it was not Robert Shaw
in Jaws.

Step out the door and you are in danger.
Killed by Ubleck falling from the sky.
A rabid dog like in Old Yeller giving you
unquenchable thirst.

My friend Tom, living in peace in a nursing home
while his wife Shirley crumbles like a Greek statue
piece by piece.

Then again you may have a spectacular evening
revisiting the Goddard College of your dreams
in Vermont. My errant love and I lie on the grass
in the open fields.

It is twilight and we stare at Venus rising.
Neither he nor I have been touched by death.
A cool breeze ruffles my white hair. His is
black, dyed, like the movie stars he resembles.

We kiss all over, healing every patch of still
young, still beautiful bodies.

Let's stay here forever.
The memories I put in my pocket.
Reachable as the moon wends south.

Tuesday, June 11, 2019

Oh no! Not Tina Benco - Poem for Benco and Helene

Just came home from Scott's after watching ALL THAT JAZZ.

Is it just me or was it a terrible film? Roy Scheider, a skinny guy who looked like Sammy Davis Jr was a druggie and it showed the pill bottle of Dexedrine he took to wake up, and other pills to stay awake and go to sleep. Sex was his sleeping partner. Didn't matter who.

Let's see what Siskal and Ebert, both dead, and Vincent Canby have to say about the film.

When he is not planning for his upcoming stage musical or working on his Hollywood film, choreographer/director Joe Gideon (Roy Scheider) is popping pills and sleeping with a seemingly endless line of women. The physical and mental stress begins to take a toll on the ragged perfectionist. Soon, he must decide whether or not his non-stop work schedule and hedonistic lifestyle are worth risking his life. The film is a semi-autobiographical tale written and directed by the legendary Bob Fosse.

When I came home I put my snacks away - pretzels and peanuts - called Mom to say hello - and then came upstairs to check my emails. 

Spoke to 91 yo Helene Ryesky this morning. She's doing fine but won't avail herself of the activities at Manatawny Manor. Be my guest and goggle the place. They're mostly all the same. Based on Quaker values... nothing like it in Pennsylvania. Helene warned my mother not to go into a home.

Sent her a letter with a new poem I wrote called

SILENT PANTOMIME

Possibly the birds are the most adaptable
of creatures. Once a plague decimated the crows
from our neighborhood. Now they're back. New DNA?
Their cries are magnificent, warning the wildlife -
the deer, the skunk, the bluejays, the tiny sparrows
living in my pink birdhouse - that man is about.

A procession strides along the sidewalk across the street.
Do they hear me sneeze - achoo achoo - from the invisible
pollen on our street. I hope so. I like to be noticed.

Mama comes first, pushing what seems to be a thousand-
pound baby, while junior in red shorts and T-shirt
is in a world of his own. Lucky little man. Lastly
is a panting Golden Retriever who looks like he's
about to enter Doggie Heaven.

All the while cabbage butterflies, as they're called
flit around with a black spot on their backs,
another scourge of mankind, laying eggs and
ruining our crops.

Have you remembered my sweet nectarine, Helene?
The oatmeal is ready. A meal in one. What a
fine cook you were. Your famous pie with
liquer inside. Salads with carrots and beets.

Still alive, still making trouble, can life
at Manatawny be all that bad? 
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What made me goggle my client Tina Benco. What a shock I got.

We are deeply saddened to announce the passing of Tina M. Destephanis-Benco
Tina M. Destephanis-Benco of Penndel, PA passed away peacefully surrounded by her loving family on December 3, 2018 at the Hospital at the University of Pennsylvania, she was 51 years old.

Born in Levittown, PA Tina was a wonderful stay-at-home mom. She enjoyed sitting on the beach and listening to the ocean along with spending time in Disney World. Tina loved the Philadelphia Flyers, her beloved cats, shopping and spending time with her granddaughter.

She also loved dolphins, as I remember, and wore dolphin jewelry. 

She was not ill when I knew her. 

In a moment I will write a tribute to her.

Tina will be dearly missed by her fiance Michael Malampy of Penndel, her sons Sean Destephanis and his wife Christina of New Hampshire and Ryan Benco of Virginia. Along with her granddaughter Esme` and two sisters Mary Ellen Donnelly and Nancy Weaver.
Relatives and friends are invited to her funeral service 3pm Saturday, December 8, 2018 at the Faust Funeral Home Inc. 902 Bellevue Ave. Hulmeville, PA 19047. Where friends will be recieved from 12pm until service time at 3pm. Interment will be private. Memorial contributions may be sent in Tina’s name to the National Breast Cancer Foundation www.nationalbreastcancer.org or to American Liver Foundation www.liverfoundation.org
www.faustfuneralhome.com

A SIMPLE GIRL

Always on time, shy, a simple smile on her lips
she offered simple joy which lit up the room.

Her boyfriend Michael was quite a catch
handsome as a matinee idol. If they
quarreled I never saw it, love was always
in the air.

I am saddened that cancer the crab entered
her body and began its course of destruction.

Had I said a proper goodbye when I left
the agency? Today I would hold her close
with a warm hug.

A simple girl, not terribly long for this world,
Fifty-one, comforted by loved ones sitting
around the hospital bed, her eyes closed
for the very last time as she ascended
with confidence to the Other World.




Thursday, June 6, 2019

Dan Deming on the line - Heroes of Tianamen Square

Was I seeing things?

My son's name was on the Caller ID.

What was this world coming to?

Here was his plan.

He'd pick me up. We'd eat at a taco place near the LOWE's in Warminster, I believe, and then we'd buy shrubs for his front garden.

In the car he said he'd been thinking about THE MEANING OF LIFE.

Dan, that's great I said. Since he'd gotten married I wondered if all he thought about was making money and consumer products.

He looked so handsome when he picked me up in his shorts and cap.

He was spurred on bc he had to return a defective propane tank from our get-together on Memorial Day.



The food was delicious and we sat outside.

The place is in Willow Grove but quite far away.

He mentioned Stephen Hawking's views on the meaning of life. And explained them.

Sarah, I said, thinks like that, too.

When she was a little girl she mentioned she thought she might be the only one in the world.

Scott wonders if God is doing an experiment with people.

When I interviewed Robinson Fredenthal for an article in Art Matters, I sent him the cover of a Times Mag, with Hawking in his wheelchair, and said, Anything is possible.

Fredenthal had Parkinson's.

He ended up in an apt for disabled people and taught them art!

On the day he died, I called Roger Wilco Liquor store and told them the sculpture in front of their Jersey store was done by Fredenthal.

I hoped that at one of them cared.

Below is the Akuba shrub I had Dan buy.

Stays green all winter.




When I awoke this morning my HEEL was in horrible pain. When I looked it up on the Net, the word plantar fasciitis swam into view.

I did the exercises and the heel is better.

I wanna write a poem about

Tiananmen Square

June 4, 1989

part of a bloody crackdown on dissent that killed unknown numbers of unarmed protesters and bystanders.

The army seemed in complete control. But then, the next day, something remarkable happened.

In an act that would reverberate around the world, a solitary man stood his ground before a column of advancing tanks on Chang'an Boulevard, which runs directly into Tiananmen Square.

His identity and his ultimate fate remain a mystery — but his lonely act of defiance, captured by photographers watching nearby, became an icon of the fight for freedom around the globe.

FRONTLINE investigated this extraordinary confrontation, and China’s attempts to erase it from history, in the 2006 documentary The Tank Man.

As the world marks the 30-year anniversary of the Chinese government’s Beijing massacre, we invite you to revisit this landmark documentary — which is available to stream on PBS.org, the PBS Video App and on YouTube.

Will write a poem and get back to you.


HEROES IN CHINA

China has loomed large in my mind. A sprawling country
directly below us on the globe. When I dug in the grass
I could hear the Chinamen with their high pitched voices
thousands of them.

Years ago, I hosted a Chinese exchange student from Beijing.
Every morning he drank a cup of warm water and did tai chi
in the back yard. Good-natured, his dream was to move
to America. Where are you now, young man.

Where are you now, heroes of Tianamen? Did you ever exist?
The massacre was massive as the songs of freedom rang
in your hearts.

We are with you, Brave Ones. Always and forever.
Despotism will one day fall away. And freedom
will ride like a horseman with wind in his hair.






Monday, June 3, 2019

From His point of view - These photos may disappear - Trump's trip to the UK, June 2 and 3, 2019

  What's there to smile about?

Wait a minute... this is bigger than my holdings


Who is His dresser? Dirk Bogard?


Ivanka with Liam Fox -- ooh can't wait to see that Huckabee woman



Asking God for forgiveness for conduct, lying, and in His case, hatred



Inspecting the Honor Guards with Prince Philip



Who ARE these people? Prince Philip and Lady Camilla



Oh, they'll like me when they see my charm.

Here... we... come!

Strange Event in our Neighborhood - Man in burning car - and more

Image result for bel canto book  Was reading Bel Canto up in my bedroom when I heard sirens.

There's always sirens, I said to myself.

But not as many as now!

This was traumatic to our neighborhood.

Was just visiting my neighbor Nancy across the street, who gave me a report of what had happened.

Her daughter Linda saw flames leaping out of a car parked in front of the Kiernans' house.

A red car.

She called 911 and they quickly arrived.

The Upper Moreland police officers wanted to talk to Linda, since she was the one who called.

In the car was Patrick's brother!

(I knew Pat came from a big family but wondered who this brother was.)

The brother was removed from the burning car and taken via ambulance to the nearest hospital, probly Abington Memorial Hospital.

When I was talking to Nancy I told her a host of images came to me, including Buddhist monks immolating themselves to protest the Vietnam War.

I looked outside my bedroom window and saw the gathering of the police cars and finally the noise of the fire engine coming up my street, Cowbell Road.

Image result for fire engine

And here they came - everyone and their brother and sister marching up to see what was going on, including my boyfriend Scott who said he was just finishing up his exercises.

Then I saw Officer Davidio, who chastised me at the Upper Moreland Library for leaving my car door open while I dashed into the library.

He looked at my car in the drive - with my windows open - and I told him I was going out shortly.

When I did finally go out, there were a dozen crisp dead bugs - yuck! - on the cushion on my seat.

We gathered around a woman in a nice grey car who was wearing a revolver - a revolver - in a holster. She said she was a detective.

Mommy! I wanna be a detective when I grow up!

It would take days or weeks or longer, she said, to find out what happened to the car.

As mentioned, the brother is in the hospital. The Kiernans' house is locked up tight.

I asked Nancy if I might sit out on her porch bench to continue reading Bel Canto. Sure, she said.

I have until Thursday at 2:30 pm to finish it for our Reading Group at the Upper Moreland Library.

Finally I drove to the Giant to get out of the chaos of the neighborhood. Ordered some of Helen's delicious Chinese food - Brown Rice with Veggies - and drank it with a sweet iced black coffee.

Next thing I knew I saw Elaine Klawans there. She was waiting for one of the employees to bring her some brown paper bags.

After all, Giant proclaims they wanna get rid of all plastic bags in a couple of years.



Here's Elaine and husband Alan at a Democratic rally several years ago. "Kathleen Kane" says Alan's sticker. She was finally incarcerated.

What? A politician?

I have one of Alan's postcard invitations on my fridge, subtitled The Barnes Museum of Postcards.

Yes, Marcy, you are on there.

So, I'm sitting there reading Bel Canto at the Giant and I get an idea of a short story to write.

Ya think I have any pens in my back pack?

A fellow, Tony, is sitting reading the newspaper.

Sir, I yell, cupping my mouth. Dyou have a pen I can borrow?

No, he says.

I say, I'm too lazy to get up.

We're in the coffee shop and he gets up and asks one of the baristas for a pen.

Hands me the black Bic and I make some notes about stories to write. The first note says, "It's good to be in love."

Then I give it back to the barista.

Sitting with Nancy on the bench outside her house, the evening air was delightful. So many neighbors passed by.

Who were they all?

And such lovely dogs.

When I first stopped over her house, Kalie, the little white dog was barking at me as if I were the neighborhood burglar.

Nancy said she'd be out after she watched Jeopardy.

I actually knew what would happen since I read it in the NY Times.



The big winner lost.



Lunch at Mom's - Her quandary - Poem: Who Am I


Radio announcement just now - Small earthquake yesterday off the coast of N J. The Coast Guard noticed. I was having terrible dreams. My phone had rung at 3:30 am - no one there - awakening me from a deep sleep. Then I began having more nightmares.

Were they precipitated by watching Brian Stevenson on TED Talks. His Equal Justice Institute that he founded built a Museum for People Who Had Been Lynched.

Atrocities unthinkable!


Read more below

Our organization TED is a nonprofit devoted to spreading ideas, usually in the form of short, powerful talks (18 minutes or less). TED began in 1984 as a conference where Technology, Entertainment and Design converged, and today covers almost all topics — from science to business to global issues — in more than 100 languages.

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Mom's favorite thing is the Sundays where we all meet at her house.

She's in a quandary about whether she should have surgery to possibly alleviate her pain. I say, Go for it. She'll see Dr Starr.

We talked about many subjects including Scott's second story deck and what he grilled for us. My fingertips ached from touching hot potatoes straight from the grill. 

Mom said she had a dream she got married.

Hmmm.

Metaphor perhaps for good news?

Just put in the mailbox a YES I CAN postcard. A little girl is lost in the forest and can't find her way home. She meets a blonde princess in a little hut who touches her with her magic wand and presto the little girl is home again.

Leaving shortly for volunteer job at Second Home.

I've shared before.... do I really matter there?

WHO AM I ?

My footprint is in Alaska, Seattle, Allendale, Michigan, Chicago, Cleveland, Vermont
but in my latter years in this large cardboard hut made of shiny reflective materials
where birds perch and shit.

In a short 20 years I'll be gone.

Let us praise famous men and women reads The Apocrypha.

The decision shan't be mine.

Sunday, June 2, 2019

Yahrzeit Candle for my brother David - Fireflies

* Yahrzeit Candle for my brother
David Richard Greenwold
Died 7-3-87

Often we love the Imperfect Ones
more than others. On the 10th day
of July, we honor the day of your
death. Life had no meaning for you
anymore.

As the candle flickers on my kitchen table
I will share everything I have with you.
My children and grandchildren, my funky music,
the birds that sing unknown melodies that
penetrate to the depths of our souls.

As long as there is me, David,
David Richard Greenwold,
there is you.

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FIREFLIES

Tiny dots of light
Can we pack them up
in a sandwich bag
like fireworks
and let them go again?

First spotted them on Saturday night, June 1. Such joy!

Friday, May 31, 2019

Fueling myself with music, iced coffee, sardines and peanuts - Poem: Birdland

Wrote this poem earlier today.

BIRDLAND

In swoops the reddest cardinal
you ever did see
He sure likes the seeds in our
feeders
Mr Robin Redbreast
bathes in my birdbath
Not so much bathing
as standing sentry
over every living thing
in the neighborhood.

Come night, the birds
bed down in unseen places. As a child
I had a nature book by Donald Culross Peattie
the colors flew off the page and left
me stunned.

Feathers. Fly like Icarus, Fly.

Image result for painting of icarus


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Am now working on my short story about the Million Man March. Gotta think of a title.

Went shopping this morning with my newly widowed mother/law, Natalie. Scott was taking her food shopping.

Am listening to The Magic Flute on YouTube. Waiting for Papagayna. There's a new group I discovered called The Twilight Sad. Let's hear that now.

Yeah, but the music turns off the blog.

Gotta tell you sitting here for hours makes my butt hurt and my feet sweat.

Stand up, for pete's sake.

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Goodnight Swiftie, wherever you are.




Thursday, May 30, 2019

Early Breakfast at T N T - Outrageous attack against Planned Parenthood, defended well by its new president.... read on!



Sit anywhere you like, said Tim, a friendly guy. 


AN EARLY BREAKFAST AT TNT IN HATBORO PA

My phlebotomist Jane and I
were chatting, so I forgot
about the tubes of blood
that were quickly exiting
my body for my Lebanese-born
Dr Ghantous, God bless the
ruination of his people

To reward myself, tho punish
is the better word,
I drove to the diner
bargained with tattooed Chris
for a medium sized breakfast

Scrambled eggs I dotted with pepper
A huge pancake, the size of a
dinner plate at a formal wedding
I spread with butter, then poured over
real maple syrup, and munched happily
while swooning and swigging iced water
and hot coffee

The hashed browns I loaded with ketchup
the crisp ones are the best, as you probably
know, but that chipped beef (!) the one they
call SOS on Navy Destroyers, destroyed my
saline balance, you must stop eating, I
chastened myself and did.

The coffee was hot and topped off several times
as I read The Flicker of Old Dreams
then drove home over a road renamed for
a dead veteran

I fell into bed, at home, as one dead,
then awoke by a toe cramp, leaning
to the right, all by herself,
stomping it did no good.

Someday, perhaps I shall learn.

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Just watched the PBS Nightly News. The president of Planned Parenthood defended the outrageous practices demanded by legislators.


Dr. Leana Wen, President/CEO

Dr. Leana Wen is the new President of the Planned Parenthood Federation of America and the Planned Parenthood Action Fund. She is the first physician in nearly 50 years to lead the organization. Planned Parenthood provides vital health services to nearly 2.5 million men and women each year through its more than 600 health centers across the country.

About Dr. Wen 

Dr. Leana Wen joined Planned Parenthood Federation of America as President in November 2018, which is the nation’s leading provider of sexual and reproductive health care and education. With over 600 health centers and a presence in all 50 states, as a national health care organization, Planned Parenthood provides vital community health care to nearly 2.5 million women, men, non-binary people, youth, and families every year. One in five American women have been patients at Planned Parenthood. Dr. Wen, who joined the organization in November 2018, is the first physician to lead Planned Parenthood in nearly 50 years and its first AAPI president. She is an immigrant, a practicing ER doctor, a public health leader, and a passionate advocate for reproductive health and rights. Previously, she served as the Health Commissioner for the City of Baltimore, where she led the nation’s oldest continuously operating health department to fight the opioid epidemic, treat violence and racism as public health issues, and improve maternal and child health. She is on the faculty of George Washington University School of Medicine and the Johns Hopkins Bloomberg School of Public Health.