Essay from Norman J. Olson

A Long and Winding Trip 2020

By:  Norman J. Olson

January 10, 2020, was a Friday…  we fly on employee passes…   if you love to travel but do not have any money, I suggest getting a job at an airline…  usually travel benefits are terrific while you are working and at most airlines, 10 years on the job and achievement of a ripe old age can get you retirement flight benefits for life…  often these retirement benefits are not quite as good as the flight benefits of active employees, but they are still very good and can make travel opportunities available far beyond what most people dream of…  the downside is that you usually have to travel last minute and you only go if there are empty seats, so, since the airlines have gotten really good at filling every seat, it requires some flexibility and willingness to dig to find routings that work to some destinations…  the upside, besides cheap travel, is that working for the airlines can be a lot of fun…  there are a lot of people there just for the travel benefits which makes a fun and travel savvy set of coworkers… if you work on the ramp (where the airplanes are parked) you get a lot of good exercise stacking and handling bags, backing out planes, moving ground equipment, etc… and you get to work outdoors which some people really like…  mostly it is cool to work around the planes…  if you like machines, they are so big and such amazing feats of engineering, that just to walk around them or climb into the cargo bin, or stop your tug while a huge double deck airbus crosses your path, is pretty much a gas…

I worked for the airlines, nights and weekends back in the early 2000s while attending grad school (as an older nontraditional student) and my wife worked for the airlines until her retirement a few years ago…  so, we now have super cool retirement passes for flying…  I have worked lots of jobs in my life but none that was as cool as loading bags for the airline…  I never minded the cold or the rain and snow, the exercise had me fit and the people I worked with were very special…

anyway, Mary and I learned at the end of last year that some friends of ours would be in Maui for a week in January…  they invited us to join them… so, we caught a flight to Las Vegas on January 10…  Hawaii is not an easy place to get to during the winter, but we found a routing through Vegas that had plenty of seats to Maui…  so, we spent the weekend in Vegas doing our usual, Mary gambled and I spent my time hanging out with my drawing board…  we had free rooms at some nice Vegas hotels due to Mary’s gambling exploits, so we ate some buffets and stayed in luxurious rooms first looking out over the swimming pool and the Las Vegas Strip and then looking out over a golf course…  then, on January 14, we caught an early morning flight to Maui…  we were planning to meet our friends who were coming in from the east coast via Dallas/Fort Worth…  and our friend’s sister coming in from China via Honolulu… 

so, we were sitting in Starbucks which is the only restaurant type place outside security in the Maui airport and Mary said, “see that girl? I think that is the sister…”  we had never met the sister but Mary walked over and talked to her and indeed it was the right person, so we had a nice visit waiting for the others to arrive…  when they got there, we had a great reunion, since we had not seen them for a while, with lots of hugs, they really are great friends…

they then rented a big SUV and we drove to Kehie where they had reserved a lovely two bedroom condo for the week looking out on Kalama park which is a narrow strip of grass and trees maybe a block wide that runs out to a rocky beach…  so we had a fine view of the ocean and the spectacular Maui sunsets from our balcony…  although the first night, we walked across the street to the park and sat on a bench while the sky got all fiery and the orange sun settled into the Pacific Ocean…

 the next day we tried to drive to Hana but it was raining and part of the southern road had washed out so we turned back… Hana is entirely around the back side of Maui from the only real city on the island which is Kahului…the 10,000 foot volcano Haleakala is between Kahului and Hana and the road that runs around the base of the mountain is rustic, one lane and not an easy drive…

the next day we went to Kaanapali beach, one of the premier beaches in the world which was about an hour drive away…  it was windy with intermittent rain but Mary and I sat in some beach chairs under a palm tree and watched the young people play in the surf and snorkel…  the misty rain did not seem to be much of a problem as the wind would blow the clouds away and a warm sun would come out between mists…  and we saw lots of the famous Hawaiian rainbows!!

from our condo, we had nice walks through the village of Kehei which has lots of restaurants and coffee places…  the houses on the ocean are huge multimillion dollar mansions, and I believe that even the more modest houses a ways from the ocean are quite valuable… but it was interesting to walk around the neighborhoods and rest in the park while we watched the surf lessons going on just out from the one sandy stretch of the beach in Kalama park…  one day while we were sitting there watching the surf lessons, a guy took a dog out on a surf board…  the dog was wearing a doggy life vest, but seemed perfectly at home on the surf board as the blond dude paddled out and then expertly surfed in with the dog standing on the front of the board…  on one of his trips in, he did a handstand for those of us watching as he surfed in with the dog on the front of the board…  pretty cool to see a real life Surfer Joe  LOL…

so, the next day our friends decided to try the Hana Road again because we had all heard about what a beautiful drive it was…  so this time we went around the north side of Haleakala which is rain forest jungle and true to form, it rained part of the way…  we stopped at one point at a tin roofed shack that was selling bbq made there on a wood fire…  it was delicious to eat sitting on a picnic table while rain poured down on the tin roof…  and chickens were scratching in the mud at our feet…  driving on, we stopped to walk in a park and look at the towering white and multicolored trees and the flowering bushes…  as we were following the path that ran along a little mountain river, under the jungle of huge trees, a wild pig trotted out to the path to have a look at us…  found that we were not very interesting and walked over to a rotted log by the river where I think he was rooting for grubs… 

we made it to Hana but did not linger as we wanted to get through the challenging southern road around the mountain before dark…  this road was badly damaged by an earthquake a few years ago and in some places is little more than a path…  but it was open, so we headed out…  there is less jungle on that side of the mountain, but we saw more gorgeous waterfalls, one multi-tiered with curtains of water falling into the pool by the road… and then the road was high with wide views of cliffs and the sea on our left and the vast slopes of the mountain to the right…  there were herds of cattle wandering on the road and the slopes which seemed to be mostly grassland… and thanks to the skill of our friend who drove and the fact that he had the foresight to rent an all terrain truck type vehicle, we were able to enjoy all of the wonderful scenery of the rugged Hana road without mishap…  we came across a park on our way back to Kehei dedicated to the important Chinese historical figure Sun Yat Sen…  which our Chinese friends were very excited to see and they told us all about Sun Yat Sen…

the next day, our friends had booked a snorkeling tour, so we took the city bus to the port of Maalaea where we booked a whale watching boat ride…  this is the time of year when gigantic humpback whales are plentiful in the waters all around Maui, so we did the boat tour for a couple of hours before sunset…  we saw many many enormous grey/black whales breeching out of the water, diving with their vast flukes on display and rolling around on the surface…  we saw mother whales with their babies…  it was all very cool to see with the cliffs of that part of Maui in the background and at the end, another spectacular sunset… then we met up with our friends for a great dinner at a sushi restaurant in Kahului…  on the 21st of January, we said goodbye to our friends when they dropped us at the airport for a 4 pm flight to Seattle…  we spent the night in Seattle and the next morning flew home, back to the ice and snow of Minnesota winter…  our overall impression of Maui was that it had a very small town feel… Kahului is not a very big city and the other towns on the island are all small…  away from towns, it is surprising how much of the island is rural, undeveloped farm fields and on the north slope of Haleakala, jungle, on the south slope cattle ranches…  it was very relaxed and laid back with wild chickens underfoot at any of the many open air restaurants and bars… 

so, we were home for a few days and decided to go to London as we have done for several years now in January… we actually planned the trip in two days and left on the nonstop from MSP to London Heathrow on the evening of Saturday February 1…  Mary loves the London plays and I love the museums, so we saw a different West End musical every evening and spent our days in art museums… although it is chilly and rainy in London at that time of year, it is warm compared to Minnesota and the weather seems to keep the crowds down a bit…  in summer, central London can get so crowded that it is really not much fun…  we stayed in an area we had not stayed in before, at a small hotel on Seven Sisters Road across from Finsbury Park…  I wanted to try the hotel because it was said to have a great full English breakfast, comfortable beds and was only a block from the Piccadilly line subway, which runs 24/7 every few minutes to Leicester Square where the theaters are and which is a few blocks from the national gallery…  and also on the Victoria line which goes to Pimlico, a few blocks from the Tate…  we spent two days in the National Gallery focusing on Bronzino’s amazing Allegory, a long time favorite of mine and of course, looking at the Leonardo, Titian and Raphael paintings…  which make me wonder how presumptuous it is for me to even pick up a brush when I see the miracles those guys made with paint on a surface…  I also spent a lot of time looking at landscapes which have been occupying my own work somewhat of late…

at the Tate, I looked at the Francis Bacon “three studies for figures at the base of a crucifixion”…  Bacon was a wonderful painter and his style of spontaneous rapid execution is a technical wonder to me…  plus I love his odd iconography, one of the few twentieth century painters I really care about…  and of course, I looked at my favorite pre-Raphaelites in the Victorian room…  which include a gorgeous Rossetti (Proserpine, a lovely portrait of his girlfriend, Mrs. Jane Morris) which is unfortunately hung so high and at such a bad angle to the light that you cannot see it except from entirely across the room and from that distance, the subtlety of the detail that I love to see is all lost…  we wandered around St. Paul’s Cathederal one day and went to the Guildhall gallery to see another Rossetti which is perfectly hung and so, I could study every detail…  we spent one day making a quick train trip to Oxford to see the pre-Raphaelite murals in the Old Library…  these murals were painted directly on a surface that was not properly prepared (the pre-Raphaelites were not muralists) so they deteriorated rapidly and now, although they have been restored, there is not a lot that can be seen…  still, the painting of these murals, especially by Rossetti, Burne Jones and William Morris as well as some lesser artists was a vital chapter in pre-Raphaelite history and I have read so much about the event that I wanted to try and see the murals…  so, we went to the main Oxford University art museum, the Ashmolean to see their collection of pre-Raphaelite art and there I asked for directions to the Oxford Union which I had read was now known as the Old Library…  the information guy had never heard of it, but looked on line and found directions…  I had looked and looked but had not been able to find directions on line…  so, we followed his directions which brought us to a wall with a wrought iron gate with a coded lock… a sign said the Old Library was on the other side of the gate…  so we waited until a student punched in the code and followed the student through the gate…  when we got to the Old Library, we found that nonstudents could indeed go in and look at the murals, but would have to pay three pounds (about four dollars) each, so we paid up and went in…  the building is three stories tall with a narrow balcony running around one story up…  its footprint is maybe thirty by sixty feet…  the walls are all shelves with floor to ceiling books… at the top of the second story is a slanting wall up to an arched ceiling…  the slanting wall is where the murals are and the arched ceiling is covered with a leaf design by William Morris…  it was so cool to see the actual paintings and to think of all the stories I have read about how this was where Rossetti first met Jane Burden who became the love of his life, his favorite model and part of his ménage a trois with William Morris…  where Burne Jones and Rossetti cemented their friendship doing work funded by John Ruskin…  well…  at the time of our visit, the Old Library was full of students sitting in easy chairs and at tables on the ground floor reading and studying…  so, it is a space still in use… from the balcony, I had a close up look at the bottom of the murals so could see exactly what was going on technically…

another day, we walked through St. James park to Buckingham Palace…  we stopped at the ornate gate and looked through the bars at the famous guards with their big hats…  although, there were also real guards with machine guns by the entry gate…  where VIPs came and went…  St. James park has a small pond with ducks, some odd looking geese and lots of people strolling along the asphalt path…  it was very pleasant to sit for a while in the slightly warm sun and people watch…

in the evening, we would go to a play…  Mary loves musical theater, so we saw lots of musicals including The Waitress, 9 to 5, School of Rock, Come From Away, and &Juliet all of which were within walking distance of Leicester square…  we would have a nice dinner someplace before the play…  we worked up a good appetite walking all day and were ready to sit someplace and eat before the play…  London used to be a place where decent food was virtually impossible to find but that has changed much since our first visit in 1972 and now there is great food of every kind everywhere…  we had an especially memorable meal in a Greek restaurant on The Strand just a block from one of our theaters…  we did not know what everything was, but it was all delicious…  the plays were all fun and interesting…  for School of Rock, we wound up with tickets in the very front row and during the performance of one of the rock numbers, the “rock star” character, dressed like Axel Rose, came on his knees and sang the sexy part of his song to Mary which was fun and funny, especially when he winked and cocked his finger at her before jumping up and getting on with the act… one day we had a nice walk in Finbury park and another day we walked along the Thames from Millbank to the Houses of Parliament…  at night after he plays, we would walk from the theater to the nearest tube stop…  London is a great city for walking around as there is old and interesting architecture everywhere and lots of interesting shops to look at…  we also rode some buses to some of our destinations and so got to see various London neighborhoods we passed through…

On Saturday, February 8, we took the Victoria line to the Victoria Station stop, got a bus at Victoria Coach station at about ten am and headed for Amsterdam…  after being shuttled through the tunnel under the Channel with only minimal boarder checks, we were in France… it was a rainy day so the flat fields of Flanders were lovely and misty with neat farm houses and small towns…  from Calais, we headed north passing Ghent in the afternoon and Antwerp in the evening… by the time we got to Rotterdam it was dark and we rolled into Amsterdam Sloterdijk station at about ten pm… we figured out their fully automated station and got a train for Schiphol Airport…  I had found a really nice hotel with a shuttle, so we spent the night in style in a suite looking over the airport and the next morning took the shuttle back to Schiphol…  we then caught a direct flight to MSP…  and home…

we got home on February 9,  and left again on February 12, for a visit to our daughter in Southern California…  for our grandson’s birthday…  we watched an archery meet, soccer games and volleyball games featuring our wonderful grandkids and enjoyed spending time with our daughter and her husband… Mary has gotten to enjoy being away from Minnesota during some of our long cold winter, so she stayed in California for another week of sunshine and grandkids…  I love visiting the kids and grandkids and really have enjoyed all the travel, but was really glad to get home a couple days ago to get my snow shovel out and get some things done around the house that I just have not had time for this year so far…  so, on Tuesday, February 18, I caught the Metrolink train in Rialto, made it to Union Station and then on the Flyaway bus to LAX…  it was evening, and the traffic was light, so the bus ride from Union Station to the airport was relatively quick, about 35 minutes… from the bus down the 110, it is always interesting to see the lights of Los Angeles, the buildings of USC, the wide rivers of automobiles at all hours of the night and day on the freeways of central Los Angeles, the high bridge over several layers of freeway where the 110 meets the 105 and after the residential area of Inglewood, the vast and busy runways of LAX..  I caught the red eye at midnight and was on the ground in Minnesota Tuesday morning to catch the bus from MSP home at about 6 am…  it had been a great series of travels from the warm misty rain of Maui to the glorious art museums and rainy streets of London and then the warm sun of  Southern California… but actually Tuesday morning, it felt good to have my snow shovel back in my hands and to get the snow cleared from my driveway and walk to my exacting standards… LOL…  future travel plans???    well, we have a wedding in March in Puerto Vallarta, but other than that nothing planned…  although there are some really good interline rates on cruises with the corona virus scare, so who knows???

Memory of the Road to Hana, January 2020

brown cows on a green

volcanic slope down to

cliffs

and the impossibly blue

Pacific ocean

sparkling in the sun…

learning some history of

the great

and beautiful

people of China, and hoping

the big Ford does

not get stuck in the mud

or fall into

a ravine…

and yes, the waterfalls are

like misty eyed angels

dancing on the rocks…

London 2020

we walk

with our warm jackets

through the new entry to

the National Gallery where

the security guard

decides I am not

a threat…  we walk

into rooms of walls covered

with painted images that

I learned to love

as a child looking at

pictures in a book…

my eyes are dazzled by

Bronzino’s twisty allegory

with a blue

like the sky over

Haleakala on

a sunny day…

Travel

travelling has taught me

the simple truth that

people are my brothers and

sisters

everywhere…

we all have our loves and our babies,

our frailty, our

strength and our mortality…

technology, religion, nationalism, money or politics

can only defeat our love for each other

and destroy our lovely planet

if we allow them to…

barriers between us

become small when we practice

simple

peace and tolerance, make

art

and love instead of war

and

use our fighting spirit and our fanaticism

to make war against

war, disease, poverty, racism, nationalism and

intolerance…

like a free thinking Victorian, I believe

that heaven or hell are

ours to make… right here,

right

now

and we carry the souls of

our brothers and

sisters

in our

hands and in our hearts…

Interview with author Jaylan Salah about her new collection Workstation Blues

Jaylan Salah’s Workstation Blues

“Workstation Blues” is a collection of tales from the cubicle that would resonate with white-collar dreamers worldwide as they struggle to pass the time between meetings, in front of laptop screens, or trying not to lose their minds in the bathrooms. These poems from the dark mind of an Egyptian national, feminist, and workaholic blur the lines between career-driven and passionate, resembling an old folklore song where monsters are replaced by monitors, flame-throwers by LED lights and swords by client comments. 50% of all proceeds from the sale of this book go to PoetsIN, the creative mental health charity. Please visit PoetsIN.com/aboutus for more information.

Here I interview author Jaylan Salah:

What do you find ‘literary’ about office work? How did you find something worthy of literary inspiration in a cubicle?

This was a tough year. I had just started my content writing career and I was abandoning the writer’s boho “journey” to embark on a fulltime job as a content writer. I didn’t connect with any of my colleagues at first. It was a tough job, I worked 9 hours a day (sometimes more), 6 days a week. In between moments of scheduling meetings and submitting tasks, I interacted with an odd group of human beings. The feelings of isolation, depression, and exploration that I went through resulted in a daily writing routine and the culmination was the book at hand.

What might people elsewhere find interesting or surprising about office work in Egypt? (Or is it pretty much the same anywhere?)

Pretty much the same, although the casual flings and flirtation have to be under the radar. We’re a conservative environment. But the back-stabbing, toxic, dehumanizing environment is the same everywhere. This is exactly the reason I had to write this book. I wanted to connect with people who work long hours in the office from countries I’ve never been to and cultures that have no resemblance to my own.

Do you feel that your day-job enhances your creativity?

I believe that work enhances creativity. Not the actual tasks at hand but the daily interaction with people who come from different social, financial and familial backgrounds. Tensions arise, people get emotionally and sexually attracted to each other. Work is the driver of this generation [in Egypt] and I have found my most creative self while working full-time jobs.

How do you balance writing with having to put in time at a day job?

It’s always tough but I have a daily routine post office log out time. I try to reward myself when I stick to it because I’m tired almost forever and I cheat a lot. Some works of art are difficult to grasp whenever you feel like it. Others are immersive and you find yourself almost entirely invested in; even while doing something else.

Why did you choose to write Workstation Blues as short stories rather than as a novel?

A novel is in the works. Stay tuned!

Jaylan Salah’s Workstation Blues is available here.

Christopher Bernard reviews Cirque Eloize’ show HOT L CIRCUS

Photo credit: Pierre Manning
  • HOT L CIRCUS

Hot l

Cirque Éloize

Zellerbach Hall

University of California, Berkeley

A review by Christopher Bernard

When is a hotel like a circus? And when is a circus like a hotel?

Both are dreamy places of encounter and chaos where strangers tangle in embrace and flight and our fates are in our hands briefly before they journey on to other lands, and everything is apparently controlled but anything can happen at any time; where lovers meet and lovers part, fortunes are made and fortunes are lost, but only Fortune rules; where the daring young man on the flying trapeze is suddenly an ancient porter bowing for a tip, or the master of ceremonies becomes a harassed maître d’, or a junior maid suddenly saves the show.

They are little worlds both, where we can be whatever we pretend to be, put on glamour and tinsel when we make our entrance to the grand lobby or the big tent, and for a beguiling moment take on the substance of a dream.

In Berkeley over a recent weekend, Montreal’s Cirque Éloize revealed just how much poetry, humor, fantasy, imagination and grace can be mined from these parallels, in Hotel, brought to the Bay Area by Cal Performances, and the company’s 15th original creation, premiered in 2018 to celebrate their 25th anniversary.

Cirque Éloize has been called Cirque de Soleil’s (also headquartered in Montreal) “slimmer, sexier sister,” which is not far off. But what Cirque Éloize is in itself is what counts here: a compact, inventive, multi-talented troupe (they are all, at one point or other, equally skilled acrobats and dancers, actors and impressionists, contortionists and musicians) who can give the impression of a small army of véritables artistes with a distinctly French Canadian aesthetic: alternately sadly tender, old worldly nostalgic, sharply witty, bravely romantic, and robustly pratfally, sometimes within the same few gestures.

I’ll admit that, at the afternoon show I attended, there was a moment near the beginning when I wasn’t sure if there was a bit of scene that wasn’t working out, or a technical glitch, and a couple of minutes passed (an eternity on stage) when the troupe seemed to flounder as bits of pumped-in music whispered and died several times before sounding with complete security. But this was the sole hitch in an otherwise tight performance.

The setting was a hotel lobby with a peripatetic entrance door (moved about on wheels and proving a prop of many uses) and a long bar cum counter at the back under a diamond-shaped alcove and triangles of neon tracing bright lines above the stage. The lobby morphed through a collection of glittering identities: from a 1920s Grand Hotel, to a 1940s lounge for a Gilda-like torch singer, to a disco-fever ballroom from the 70s, to an 80s Jane Fonda gymnasium, before flipping back to its Art Deco roots, with, trooping through it, a cavalcade of archetypes of the modern caravanserai: the swooning lovers, the attentive groom and his glamorous bride, the hotel’s jack-of-all-trades handyman, the mischievous maid, the shady, “chameleon” figure who lurks in all such places where strangers mingle, a pair of twins who confuse everyone, and a maître d’ who imagines himself in control of things no matter how often fate instructs him otherwise.

The meat of the show was series of acts, by turns acrobatically controlled and comically chaotic, building to a series of climaxes, each bettering the last, until the audience was heated to a compound of clapping, whistling, hooting, stamping celebration.

Several moments bear special mention: Cory Marsh’s work on the Cyr wheel (a large hoop, like an over-sized hula hoop, worked from the inside; an act not strictly original, but I haven’t seen it quite so imaginatively choreographed and performed); Vanessa Aviles’ graceful work on “tissu tension,” long rope-like scarves hung from the flies; Jérémy Vitupier’s death-defying (and head-endangering) acrobatics and miming with a piece of luggage at least one person in the audience won’t soon forget; Una Bennett’s wittily risqué work on aerial rope, inspired (and well-timed) trumpet riffs, and a Metropolis-reminding spinning of multiple hula hoops from neck down to shins, commanding a scene where hula hoops reigned, indeed rained; and, helping bind the whole, sizzling vocals by Éléonore Lagacé, especially near the rapturous conclusion, when she commanded as much with guitar as with a voice that surprised the house with an unpredictable (unless one remembers the old phrase: “chaotic, like a Spanish inn”), highly theatrical, deep voiced, and deeply satisfying, swathe of flamenco vocals, sung con mucho duende.

The creative team was led by Cirque Éloize’s president and creative director Jeannot Painchaud and director Emmanual Guillaume, and the atmospheric musical accompaniment, both live and piped in, was composed, arranged, and compiled (including a magical performance, by Antonin Wicky, of one of Chopin’s most exquisite and moving nocturnes) by Éloi Painchaud.

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Christopher Bernard is co-editor and poetry editor of the webzine Caveat Lector. His new novel, Meditations on Love and Catastrophe at The Liars’ Café, appeared in January 2020.

Poetry from Samantha Melamed

Untethered

Wondering, what if I let go and drift away

Like releasing a bouquet of balloons—

To float in different directions—

After a countdown to one

(And a subzero whisper)

From the same crowd blamed for setting Barabbas free.

I’d like to be a blue balloon,

Going off to who-knows-where.

I think I’d fly, too,

Above lights, people, mountains, above air.

In 40 hours, I’d deflate

And drift down to Egypt.

But here on the ground, breathing a heavy air—

I cannot bear holding them any longer.

Hunger (ii)

you sat spoon-feeding me persimmon after persimmon        choo-choo-ing                      after persimmon          next thing I know I’m naked on the kitchen floor                  red splotches               said

crawl               strawberries on the concupiscent neck                       how my mouth is bigger than my entire being                       when they say

you look ravishing they really mean you look appetizing enough to rape                 the ant hauls a planet on his back                              

tapping at your bedroom window       the most disquieting part about the vampire-verse is that the little death is completely consensual

The Slap

We aren’t subtle creatures.

Why trickle when we could

roar like dragon’s breath?

And make them wonder

how man makes man

while water carved stone

into molten rock and

ripples—cascades—to

turquoise pool onto

emerald pool. And

all the while, man

hates man and man

kills man.

We haunt, too—this force.

A marching band

marching in place. Even

when darkness descends

upon our blues and greens and deems

silence more pronounced,

we beat the highway

traffic and the sound of

race cars whizzing

by.

We haunt, too:  a military

striking down jet

streams, showering just

the fish with nothing but

the water they breathe.

Elizabeth Hughes’ Book Periscope

Elizabeth Hughes

The Jewish Background of Christianity in God’s Plan of Salvation by Marianne Ivany, D. Min.

This book is a study of the Old Testament in the Bible. Ms. Ivany has written this book to show how the Old Testament leads into the New Testament. She also explains how Jesus is not only Christian but Jewish by birth. Jesus was raised as a Jew and ministered how the Old Testament prophesied of his coming and how important it is to live by God’s laws. I enjoyed this book very much and learned a lot from it. When you read this, you will want your highlighters and pen and paper to take notes. She also includes study questions at the end of each chapter. This is an excellent book as an aid in Bible Studies. This is great not only for Catholics but for Protestants as well.

Marianne Ivany’s book can be ordered here. Please consider supporting independent bookstores as they are losing business during the virus-related shutdowns!

ihuman by Othmar Brunner


ihuman by Othmar A. Brunner is a nonfiction political essay. This is an interesting book that would be great for politically motivated discussion groups. I personally agree with some and not agree with other points. For example, I agree that if a minor commits a heinous crime then they should definitely be identified. If they are old enough to commit the crime they are old enough to be called out for it and not have their identity protected.

Othmar Brunner’s book can be ordered here. Please consider supporting independent bookstores as they are losing business during the virus-related shutdowns!


Poetry from Ahmad Al-Khatat

Close the Book

It’s the time to close
the book of negativity
Stop flipping over the
pages of wasted years
and stand in front of
-waves of confidence

It’s the time to close
the book of remorse
Start creating a place
for satisfaction above
-some dark thoughts
of attempting suicides

It’s the time to close
the book of long isolation
I want to feel like I am loved
to my country, back to my life
Smile again without wearing an
emotional smile that lasts forever

Be Stronger

Stronger than before
I’m here under rainfall
Getting stronger than
before, because of you

Stronger than feelings
I’m wiser, and faster than
the curious heart breaker
We’re stronger than love

You once made me happy
I melted my heart into steel
Just to always remember you
Harder, better than memories

Your friendship made me
-stronger than the old times
When I hear your voice alone
I become stronger than death

No more castles and empires
Together we are stronger than
greater, higher than old figures
You make the heart grow healthier

But the wind of your sweet scent
-were stronger than a drunk soul
Between us there is no intimacy
we strongly keep on shining respect

I Am Human

I am human
from all races
I am looking
for respect,
condition
-attitude
and good
behaviours

I am human
dancing with
no silky touch
but on my own
for no reason
sometimes, I
am trying to
live like a human

My name is
human being
My age is the
numbers of
days of the
dead fighter
My soul is
already taken

Another human
I once met her;
she is the reason
why the night is
sad, no matter
what I do aside
from writing a
poem or a song

Can someone
walk me home
I am blind to
trust strangers
I am a silent
human listening
to dreamers talking
to machine believers


Ahmad Al-Khatat was born in Baghdad, Iraq. His work has appeared in print and online journals globally and has poems translated into several languages. He has been nominated for Best of the Net 2018. He is the author of The Bleeding Heart Poet, Love On The War’s Frontline, Gas Chamber, Wounds from Iraq, Roofs of Dreams, and The Grey Revolution. He lives in Montreal, Canada.

Poetry from Michael Robinson

Joan Beebe and fellow contributor Michael Robinson
Michael Robinson (right) and fellow contributor Joan Beebe
Beginnings 
I sit by the door,
Feeling empty.
Looking for your smile,
Wanting to hear your voice.

Looking out the window,
I see the raindrop by drop.
Each drop reminds me of my birth,
A drop for each hug you gave me,
A drop for each kiss on my cheek,
And a drop for every time you held my hand.  
 
Yesterday  
I count each day,
Each day I come to visit you.
Praying that we have more tomorrows.
There’s a mixture of emotions inside of me.
A sadness when I watch you sleep,
Hoping you will wake and we could talk,
Then there are thoughts of all the time,
Before tomorrow comes.     
 
Blues  

Shall I sing the blues when I visit you?
Or would you prefer a gospel song:
Maybe a tune from your childhood.
Shall I sing the blues when I visit you,
Cause my heart is singing the blues all the time.
   
Gentle Times
There’s a gentle tone in your voice,
A tone I recognize when I was a child.
There’s a tone in your voice,
Reminding me of the fallen snow,
And the tears in my eyes.
Gentle times, as we talk in the nursing home.
   
Remembering  
So, many thoughts of what I will do,
When I no longer have you to visit.
Empty days ahead and quiet reflections.
I will remember those moments of love.    
 

Existence  

I see it in your eyes,
There’s a shine that I have not seen before,
It’s in your voice,
In the way you watch me,
In time, I will fade,
But you will always exist in my soul.    

Touching the Sky 
The sky is always gentle in my mind,
Touching the clouds remind me of Angel’s wings.
Holding you for the last time,
Keeps my soul warm.
    
Rejoice  
Flowers remind me of God,
As the dandelion that blows in the wind.
Among the skies in my dream,
I think of you as you blow in the wind.
    
Sadness II  
Midnight the moon glistens,
I watch the moon.
There seems a brightness tonight,
The brightness of my soul looking for you.