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My next door neighbor Heidi is the perfect friend
Back fence border crossing is a frequent event
We share garden cuttings, flowers, seeds, and fruit
We taste each others’ recipes, passing portions of special foods
Each year at Passover I accept her yeast and other puffed up sin
I take it to my house so her great symbolic unleavening can begin
I am richly rewarded for turning cookies into nothing
I receive a container of Heidi’s haroset, the mortar of the Seder
Chocolate and cinnamon sugar covered matzoh bites are also my to savor
It is such a deal, believe me, to have my favorite items catered
No sweet red wine or reading all night, I am simply favored
Jump on the poetry train and ride for free all month in April here.
Today I am preparing for the verbal marathon of #NaPoWriMo, during which I will produce 30 poems in 30 days. April in Arizona is a very rapidly changing display of flower to fruit to summer heat. We have hit 90 already and are staying just below that 90 degree mark for our high temperatures this week. Wild flowers and cactus blossoms are liberally painting the desert with saturated colors. Nights are cool, with a drastic differences between the low and high temperatures. Our climate is one of extremes, and we seem to be drifting into ever more unpredictable weather and endless drought. By May the heat will keep many folks inside for most of the day. April, however, is the perfect time to enjoy the outdoors and appreciate nature. My preparation to become a poet has fostered a schedule change in my routine. I started going to the gym as soon as I awake in order to log my exercise and clear the slate for the middle of the day. Much to my delight my gym is not yet very crowded at 6:30 in the morning. I hit the weight room, take a walk along the river, then linger in the steam room as long as I can. The accomplishment feels good, but the steamed clean body is also a wonderful benefit. I leave feeling uplifted and energetic. I had such a great time today I am sure it will be easy to implement this new routine for April, and maybe for the entire summer.
I have been gathering my strength as well as my supplies for this challenge. I have a few notes, some art I have been preparing, and a notebook for freehand writing. I normally do all my composing on a laptop or iPad, but all the poets say longhand unlocks a certain part of the brain not accessed on a keyboard. I am interested in illustrating my own poems, so I will jump back and forth from paper to digital formats in creating the visuals. Anything goes. I am not educated in all the themes and forms that poetry takes. I always end up in iambic pentameter if I make up a rhyming ditty out loud (limerick style). On paper it is fun to write in different colors, applying doodles, notes, mind mapping, or any device that fills and shapes the page. My goal is to stretch creatively in both my written and visual material. I am looking forward to reading the other participants poems because I know from past years that is where the real inspiration occurs.
I am also setting up my sewing machine on my office desk for daily use. I believe that creativity runs in streaks, and to capture it all, one must work in different mediums. I have a stash of beautiful fabric; and who doesn’t like to have new wardrobe options that nobody else has? The tactile, somewhat mathematical activity of sewing a garment is a good balance to word craft. I plan to make clothing suitable for wear at poetry readings and gallery openings, in other words, unusual. I am seeing this challenge as I might perceive a duck that looks and quacks like a duck. If I look and act like a poet, I am on my way:
Following the hashtag #NaPoWriMo will take you to the source. I wish you pleasure, perception, and connection during this special month. Enjoy!!!
Yesterday I visited the U of A Poetry Center to find inspiration for my month of writing poems. Much to my surprise I arrived in middle of a special event. Family Day is held once a month in the winter months. Graduate students lead activities designed to stimulate interest in different age groups. I was given a name tag and asked what age group I wished to attend. Since 60 and over was represented by the docents I hung out with them for a few minutes asking questions. The groups were gathered with leaders coaxing them to collaborate. The toddlers were drumming and drawing on the floor. The teens were making up ironic statements about dental hygiene (which were very funny). The middle school group was on the patio writing odes. I took a place at the end of the table where I could hear them, but would not disturb them.
I listened to them praise mother and father, bamboo and bugs. The work was brilliant and astute. I spoke to the leaders after the session. They are graduate students studying creative writing. They said that the activities here leave them completely uplifted and amazed every time they do it. The kids blow their minds, just as they had mine. I did some drawing and free writing while half-tuned into my fellow poets on the rock. That was what I had come to do, so I spent 15 minutes on the task. The snacks were being served and the band was playing in the courtyard, so I hustled on out to see what else was happening.
Chalk was provided and words had been applied to the concrete. Hula hoops and a live band made the festive atmosphere complete. The kids clearly loved Family Day. The parents were pleased too. A beautiful work of art was made on the spot by graduate students in art education. Poems written by the kids that day were written on the background. It was a resounding success. I realized that I had come at the perfect time after all because the kids have the pure innocent free wheeling creativity I want to generate next month.
There were two typewriters set up for people to try, and they were popular. The catering consisted of perfectly ripe fruit and muffins, perfect child fare. I enjoyed the ripe pineapple, strawberries, and honeydew melon. I felt like I had attended one of the best children’s parties ever. The band even included a saw player, and what could be better than that?
This is a perfect weekend to be in my home town of Tucson, so you are all invited to use your transporter cloaks to join me for coffee downtown Tucson at Cafe Coronet. I have recently been told how delicious the food is, so I decided to try it. The small bistro on Fourth Avenue has more space on the patio than inside the restored space. Today the U of A basketball team is playing in the NCAA finals, so the street fashion was distinctly Wildcat as students and others geared up for the game party. The Coronet patio is the perfect vantage point from which to take in the scene without being crowded. Pull up a chair and order a beverage of your choice. They pride themselves on the coffee as well as the cocktails. Today I sampled the Orange Blossom Special with Luksusowa vodka, Cointreau, Creme de Cacao, and a couple of shots of espresso.
The menu offers plenty of choices. I ordered the “Bunnies”, a selection of three different salads, chosen from a list of four. They combined to create a brunch just to my liking.
If we were having coffee (and maybe a bite to eat) I would tell you that I have taken a big leap. I have committed to writing 30 poems in 30 days as part of the #NaPoWriMo program in April. I do publish my poetry, but I have not done so here, on my grown up WordPress blog. On one hand I am inspired to do it and feel it will be a super challenge from which I will grow. Another part of me is wondering why I did not just register my tumblr for the event, as I have in past years. It is symbolic in a way I don’t yet understand. Wish me luck, my coffee friends. I will continue to write a weekend coffee post (not necessarily in verse) to stay in touch with you. I enjoy our visits and don’t want to lose track of any members of the group.
It is starting to heat up fast in Arizona, which is not a personal problem for me because I love the heat. My senior dog with kidney problems will need extra care and more frequent trips in and out of the house. She is holding out well even though we know she has more limits all the time. I am considering a radical change in schedule to leave me more time with her. If I go to the gym when I wake up in the morning instead of the middle of the day, which is my habit, my dog will be outside in the coolest part of the day. It may also be a good way to switch things up to be poetic every day. Perhaps by moving first and writing after vigorous exercise I will come up with a new approach. I listen to poetry while I work out very often, so it could be a source of inspiration. Have you ever turned your schedule upside down for results? How is your daily grind going thee days? Do you have anything new planned? Thanks for visiting my city this week. Fly over town and check out all the flowering trees and wild flowers that are blooming right now. These flashy colors appear and fade very quickly while we return to summer temperatures. There is horse racing at the Rillito Downs today, so take a turn up First Avenue to watch the excitement before you take the trip back to your home. You will see some true cowboy culture at the racetrack. The entire city is fixated on the basketball team, so if you will excuse me, I need to go Bear Down!!!
Then Grow Down event is a competition held in the spring each year at the Tucson Botanical Gardens. This year the designers created spaces featuring native plants coordinated with metal, wood, stone, bamboo, brick, and glass. I liked all of them, but my favorite one was the most stark. The copper background wall sets off the large rain chain designed with metal bowls and colored glass sitting in the center of the garden. This installation won no prize, probably because there was no seating provided. The other two entries gave the visitor a feeling of private seating in an outdoor room. The winner has a wonderful water feature that circulates around the space creating a rushing liquid sound.
The third design used a theme of feng shui. The bamboo divider functions as a wind chime as well as a privacy veil. The seating is cozy around the artful floor with a stone compass made of rounded pebbles. This design felt the most personal to me. It won the people’s choice award.
These contests give gardeners ideas to try ourselves, and introduce us to local landscape designers we can hire when we want something special. The entries this year were less elaborate than in the past, but to my taste they were more artful. They all bring new ways to think about garden spaces that are easy to execute, and not too wildly expensive for a home gardener.
I am a fan of many of the British detective shows featuring the clergy and other citizen detectives. Father Brown is lavishly produced and beautifully filmed with all the period details in tact. I like James Bond and the other real detectives on the silver screen as well. Now that I have started to think about story writing and composition of fictional characters I think it might be fun to try my hand at some kind of mystery story, not necessarily a murder. The spy/espionage element is always exciting, and can express certain political sentiments without stating them. I have been turning around some ideas about the end of the Civil War and spies on both sides, perhaps some of them deserting or worse, telling secrets. It might be fun to weave true known historical facts with some fictional spies or detectives. My personal detective skills are needed now for a mundane and not very mysterious task, to catch a petty thief.
Here in Tucson there is a problem with random vandalism and petty theft. My front yard is small and visible from the street. This week one of my hummingbird feeders was stolen, leaving a shiny track of sugar water leading toward the street. This kind of random theft happens in my yard at least once a year, and usually they haul is more valuable than a single used hummingbird feeder. The most recent act has spurred me to order a surveillance camera to focus on my walkway to catch the next punk who does damage or steals my stuff. Prices have come down significantly and apps support all kinds of functions for home security now. Motion activation and night vision HD capture results in high resolution video to identify culprits. I ordered a deluxe set up from Amazon which will arrive in two days, and works on my home WiFi. When evidence is collected it can be submitted in a report to the cops and shared with our neighbors on Nextdoor.com.
I am not sure why I waited so long to install this camera. I think of myself as Detective Chief Inspector Morse in my own head, although I am much closer to Nancy Drew in reality. I read the Nancy Drew books when I was in elementary school and can remember imitating her while playing. We made up fantasy cases and followed clues, but now I don’t remember any of them. We liked Nancy because she was a girl, and she always solved the case. This was a contrast to Dick Tracy, Superman and the Lone Ranger, men with guns or superpowers, who also solved mysteries. She has made a comeback in modern times once again on the teen detective beat. I believe Nancy would be proud of me for installing my own remote system to watch my yard. I feel once again like my childhood idol. I like the feeling much better than helplessly allowing random petty crime to disrupt my peace and quiet. Do you ever think of yourself as a detective, gentle reader? Which one is your favorite?
This week I invite you all to join me for Saturday brunch at Maker House downtown Tucson. They serve very good coffee and tea all the time. On Saturday there is a special brunch menu and mimosas are on special for $1. A DJ plays in the courtyard, and vendors are set up selling art,clothing, jewelry, and more. This is, by far, the most hipster of hip places to be in town. Please join me outside to enjoy the warm cloudy weather. There are plenty of tables, and some are equipped with paper and tins of colored pencils for our amusement. In the announcement I read for the event art classes were advertised, but I saw no evidence that they were being taught. This may happen later in the day. I had a good time drinking a cappuccino and doodling to the music. Other drinking doodlers soon appeared, some with coffee and others with mimosas. Those on a budget could buy 4 mimosas for the price of a cappuccino, so they are popular with many of the customers. Since your are arriving by transporter cloak they will be digital, so you can have as many as you like and still cloak home. I can highly recommend the breakfast sandwich on the house made croissant. Everything I have ever ordered here has been fresh and delicious. Next time I plan to try the breakfast pizza.
I look forward to hearing about your week and seeing your drawings. It feels good to enjoy the music and take time to relax. I am in no rush. The week has been low key. My tax preparation is in order for the accountant, so I feel accomplished if not giddy. I don’t know why I always dread the tax thing..it is really not all that bad. When I am done for the year it is supremely liberating to me. Other than that mundane task I have written poetry and attended a wonderful poetry reading by Simon Ortiz at the U of A Poetry Center. That was the highlight of my week. I bought his book Sand Creek and he signed it for me. He said he can’t tell the difference between poetry and prose. That was liberating for me and I thanked him for it as well as his beautiful reading.
Before you leave Tucson I hope you will look around the historic mansion that is Maker House. It has special murals and wonderful detail, like copper ceilings. There is a classic game arcade, free wifi, and craft beer. We love the events they host and their constantly evolving food service. Now they deliver food, coffee and beer downtown, which should prove to be popular. We are happy the architecture is being preserved while serving a diverse and extremely hip customer base. It is one reason our downtown has become much more desirable. If you have cloaked in from up north you will probably like the weather best of all. It is rodeo week for those of you who want to feel that you have truly been way out west. Head south and buzz the rodeo grounds on your way home for a total Tucson tour. We hope you will like your digital visit enough to come in real life someday.
We tried a new Mexican restaurant this weekend in Tucson. Competition is stiff for Mexican food here, so to be popular there must be some specific advantage to keep customers returning. Reforma has many features that set it apart from other dining options in the area. The sleek modern decor and elaborate bar are urban, with nothing indicating that this is Mexican. There are no sombreros on the wall, or folkloric costumes for the servers. The ambience they want to create is Mexico City, or Chilango style. I like the newly completed renovation if the interior space, but we chose to dine on the patio. On the weekends St. Philip’s Plaza hosts farmer and artisan markets. The sellers were packing to leave as we arrived, but it was still a lively scene, fun to watch from the dinner table.
The cantina has an incredible collection of tequilas. The list of tequilas is presented on a digital tablet, and there are hundreds of choices. The house cocktails all feature tequila as well. I don’t drink much tequila, but decided to try a vampiro (vampire) which was an excellent idea.
The salsa is very thick and smokey. The tortilla chips are either made in-house or procured very fresh. When the salsa agrees with my taste I know I will probably like the rest of the food. Our server John was quick to bring our drinks, answer our questions and take the order. Bob enjoyed a craft beer while we quickly polished off the first salsa serving. When I asked for more we were given two extra bowls of the delicious spicy paste. This won my affection for the server. I can be kept very happy for a long time with sufficient salsa, but when I have chips and no salsa I become the cranky customer quickly. We had only a few minutes before our meals arrived this time, barely enough to break into the second bowl of salsa.
We tried two sides rather than order appetizers because there were some interesting choices for vegetarians. The pickled vegetables were a sharp and flavorful accompaniment to my salad. Green beans, two kinds of chiles, carrots, and red onions were in the mix. The other side was esquites, dish neither of us had tasted in the past. This corn/ onion/crema combination was our favorite. Both of the side dish portions were so ample that we needed to take some home with us. Part of my salad with black beans, guacamole and fresh vegetables was also brought back to the house. Bob managed to eat all the beef with chile, green onions and lime. He really liked it. We both decided this is a place we want to try again. There are many other menu items that look tasty, including a great happy hour taco menu. We passed on dessert, but I noticed there are adult popsicles. If you like tortillas, tequila, and innovative cuisine I believe you will enjoy dining at Reforma. John is an attentive and competent server. He will make sure you do not run out of salsa.
I have achieved one of the goals I stated in my first post here. I have been to the U of A Poetry Center this week. The free reading on Thursday evening was part of series on the poetics and politics of water. Sherwin Bitsui, a Navajo poet, read from his works. The were haunting and evocative of desert landscapes. He was generous in his explanation of the background and muse for the works he presented to us. This gave us both biographical information about him, and a sense of how long he worked on the books he had published. Mr Bitsui is now a professor of creative writing in San Diego, but he comes form the Navajo reservation. In his introduction he was recognized for his support of other Native American poets. He mentored and helped a number of people during his time at the University of Arizona who have gone on to publish books of poetry. I thoroughly enjoyed listening to him read. Ideas from the reading have been resonating and reverberating in my mind…a good sign that those poems hit home in ways I have yet to understand.
Yesterday, for Valentine’s Day the Poetry Center docents presented a reading at the Tucson Botanical Gardens. Poetry in the Garden is a regular series open to the public held in the natural setting of the gardens. Our broad subject this month was birds as symbols of love. These readings are enjoyable for all ages and stages of poetic interest. The docents compile a packet of poems and read from the collection. The audience is invited to read too, and discussion takes place after each reading. The docents encourage the audience to express thoughts and feelings about the meaning or the sounds in the readings. The discussion is broad and not academic. The programs are very well prepared and produced, this one being no exception. We heard from e.e. cummings, Emily Dickinson, some other well known writers, and less famous poets with all kinds of styles. The setting and weather were ideal as we were visited by singing birds before and after the session. They seemed to be voicing approval or applause.
Both of these very well produced events are an example of the very good luck it is to live near the Poetry Center. Having access to these high quality readings is a gift. Some of the attendees at the evening readings are enrolled in a University of Arizona seminar on the poetics and politics of water. They spend class time with these visiting poets as well as the public reading time. There will be 3 more in this series. I plan to go to all of them because they touch a very serious subject for us in Arizona…water. The fact that they are all Native American is meaningful. In history tribes respected natural resources while the invaders worked to deplete them. Our situation today is precarious. We have less security about water every minute. The scientists involved in this seminar agree that poets bring something to the study that pure science can not.
I am still writing, listening and learning about the lives of poets in my own practice. I have expanded my subject matter a little, but nothing too impressive. The best thing I discovered through listening at these readings is that you can write poetry any way you want. There are no forms that are rejected. Free verse is square, some poems are drawings of shapes with the lines, some use sound with mysterious meaning, still others rhyme and are held together in quartrians. It is all good. I still notice my preference to hear the sound rather than see it written on the page. The garden readings are particularly pleasurable for me because I am sitting in a favorite spot with someone reading stories to me. It is a big luxury to glance around the gardens and take in the poems. It is like having a limousine instead of driving yourself. Do you like to listen to spoken word, gentle reader, or do you like to read it in print? My dad used to read to me, and he did recite a few poems, so I think this reminds me of my childhood in a good way.
My friend and neighbor asked me recently about my views on aging and dementia. She asked me if I would want to continue to live if I knew I would become demented like both of parents before me. I told her that not only would I want to live, but am actively taking steps to prepare for a care free and easy loss of memory. I am not even a tiny bit attached to most of the things that I know (or think I know). I can easily do without many of the facts I have collected in life. After all, today we can ask the internet to file all of our important information, freeing us to do more creative work. I embrace all the minutia that is now stored safely in the cloud, and the apps that give us access to it. I don’t need all this in the hard drive of my computer, and I certainly have no use for major data storage in my precious brain’s memory. My parents struggled with memory loss and confusion that made the end of life difficult for them. They had big control issues about being infallible and accurate long after they had the ability to understand what was happening around them. I believe their problems were exacerbated by trying too hard to appear to be competent when it became impossible.
My neighbor says she plans to write a list of facts about herself and hide the list in her house. When she is unable to recognize the facts she said she will know she has lost her mind. The irony in the plan is that the list itself would be lost as the first sign of trouble. I have no such thoughts. I think I will be able to adapt to memory loss because I have planned carefully to shift responsibility to reliable parties I already trust. I have a professional accountant who advises me on tax issues and helps me navigate them intelligently. Most of my investments are handled by my fiduciary who has a proven track record as well as a legal obligation to serve my financial best interests. I have placed my assets in trust to simplify and secure the management of them. We can’t foresee the future, but we can do our best to establish systems that will function well even when we may not be. We need to face the fact that our bodily health and mental skills are not eternal. We too will pass. While I am still able I am investing in the only true wealth, my health. My deposits into the health bank include:
Have you ever considered how you will stay secure if you loose some of your mental agility? Have you taken steps to make sure your own best interests are served if you can no longer make good decisions for yourself? I believe that we can be happy and productive in new creative ways if we embrace rather than struggle against aging. I fully expect to become a prolific poet, and I already don’t care who likes my poetry. I think with the right attitude forgetting can be gloriously liberating.