/Appointment with Death Or rendezvous, if you please. And while searching that reference I forgot--oh, yes: my original intention: A few years ago I was (only mildly) crazy, and spent all my time doing nothing but playing video games and adding my name to mailing lists in hopes of becoming rich. I also had symptoms and doctors. There were tests and procedures to keep track of, and they interfered with my self- administered anti-anxiety treatments. I began by being early for appointments and became so troubled that I lost track of the day and showed up at the wrong office once, a day early. Why I feel need, now, to recount this may or not be worth exploring, but no--the days of suicide are long past.
Definition: Character Clarice Starling has been subsumed by Jody Foster, who somewhere learned how southern and mountain differ. Any East Tennessee drama teacher knows a fool can fake the mountain drawl by locking down her lower jaw. That doesn't fix Scarlett O'Hara, bias of any sort, chronic unemployment, or the skin and teeth of inherited poverty, but verisimilitude is an inch in the right direction. You see: I was taught you could beat the past with increments. Now, though, I'm old. My spotted skin and all my flaws sashay across the stage sporting one-piece swimsuits, spike heels, and satin labels: Miz Bigot, Miz Hypocrite, Old Miz You Can't Get There From Here 1947. Still I sigh at new SUVs bearing heirloom Confederate flags and flaking Trump decals, knowing all reaction's a tale about chicken v egg.
Chord and Discord Sat on a Fence A man who could translate Water to Wind met a woman who only spoke Fire. He cooled her. She sparked him. He fanned, she inflamed: desire with no earthly understanding. But they slept in each other's arms like two lullabies, demanding nothing, content to share dreams. The Fortune Deck fool is born again with every breath taken and given. A body trusts that air, sun and rain will continue. It only knows living, and life will or must derange. It’s reason that's strange.
April is Poetry Month. Words fill the air like pollen and change. The senses are deranged,
and the mind plays along, making sense where it can, taking nonsense where it is needed.
I intend to enjoy it. You come, too.