by ST, Apr 2024 Life resumes, might be my life’s resumé, its summary. Daunting things, disquieting things, sometimes dreadful things happen. Sometimes they happen in an instant, sometimes they must be endured for years. But are those the only things that must be got over? Sometimes it’s getting over ourselves, no? Moments or evenContinue reading “Resumé”
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April Fools
by ST–Mar 2024 April foolsMay wed in June;July the height of passion blooms.August the love,September a labor,October grimaces atNovember’s savor.December it’s coldAs embers die–By year’s endClang the knellsFrom every belfry.
Plucky Little Duck
by ST, 10 Mar 2024 There once was a ducky named Pluck,Hitched a ride in a red farmer truck;When the farmer truck stoppedOut ducky pluckily hopped–Unluckily poor Plucky got plucked. Was ducky dinner or down?We may ask with a frown,But whichever he wereUnlucky ’tis sureHe hitched his last ride into town.
Easy to say, Less easy to be Seen
by ST, mid 1980s Love is easy to say; harder to mean–Easy to be heard, less easy to be seen.
L’Abysse
by ST, abt 1980 IJe me sensdans quelque abyssetriste et noire,en chutesans appui.Toujoursla chasmefait mon passage:s’elargit, s’approfondit.J’essaie me sauvais–si je peut me jetersur une cote, ou l’autre,je peut m’arrete.Je tente d’agripper le mur,ralente ma precipite,m’empeche.Je tient,precairement,ma vie en main,en verite. IIAu dessus,je devient conscientd’une ville de lummiereau droit de la crevasse.Je m’y invisione:tout aContinue reading “L’Abysse”
Half a Glass
by ST, 1996 There ae several ways we could respond when given half a glass of something:Shock: “Oh my gosh, I’ve only got half a glass!”Curiosity: “I wonder how come I only got a half a glass?”Outrage: “Hey, my glass is half empty!”Low self-image: “I guess I don’t have what it takes to get aContinue reading “Half a Glass”
On a Gray Day
by ST, 1980s Le ciel est gris;Il fait froid aujourd’hui.Mais mon coeur n’il regarde pasParce qu’il est plein de fois:Il sait qu’un autre jourLe soleil le benira encore.(less poetic translation)The sky is gray;It’s cold today.But my my heart is unconcernedBecause it is full of faith:It knows that another dayThe sun will bless it again.
Soy una Tortuga
por Susan Ternyey, 2008 Soy una tortuga, quizás de Galápagos— vieja, lenta, y tímida— llevo mi caparazón sobre mi espalda; eso es mi hogar, mi refugio, protección: cómodo, a veces confine regido, pero ha ayudado me sobrevivir, y . . . adentro mis partes tiernos, delicados, sensibles, cariñosos— aunque posiblemente duros— tal vez me ayudanContinue reading “Soy una Tortuga”
If Life Were a Painting, And I Were the Artist
by ST, 2019 If Life were a painting, and I the artist, what would I paint (assuming I had the ability)? A landscape? I do love landscapes, serene landscapes, and dramatic ones. I’m not sure all of life could be shown in a landscape—even if it were a collage. A still life? Such can beContinue reading “If Life Were a Painting, And I Were the Artist”
Grandma’s Gardens: A Parable of Life
by ST, 2019 A New Start A certain woman, a paralytic grandmother of 50, acquired a lot in a certain city, in a subdivision, with certain covenants. The lot appeared level, and was chosen for that reason. But by the time the foundation was dug and poured, it was no longer level, and required aContinue reading “Grandma’s Gardens: A Parable of Life”
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