Letter Box — Newsletter #33
Tragedy appeared on the road today:
Tragedy knocked on the window today:
Tragedy stepped closer today:
Carol Lynn Mathew-Rogers
With much interest and enjoyment, I read the Spring, 2000 edition of The News. I found A'musings to be intimate, inviting and insightful. I particularly liked "I AM," submitted by Julia Blixt.The expression of thoughts aroused my own spirit of contemplation and creativity. Taking advantage of the heightened spirit, may I submit a'musing (or two)?
I want bliss
I swim in it
SOFT SMILES AND ANGEL WINGS
The bright sunshinyness
In its' wake
The clouds part,
In their gentle movement,
I stand breathless,
I walk out
I walk down through
As I bend to pick
For the first time this afternoon I spent some time at the Letter Box On Line where you posted my poems. It was very enjoyable reading both mine and others.
It's Saturday and I thought of the gatherings in your fine house this morning for some reason. I went to a church service led by a very well-spoken Jew... It is always fun to sing and think about scripture, be it the Christian Bible or another book as fine as your beloved Tao Te Ching... It is good that so many can share their writings through your facilitation.
Colorado Springs, CO
As always, "The Creative Edge," has, once again, offered itself up as communion. Not the communion where we go separately to the altar railing, but the holding of hands and the receiving together.
I like the printed page and the thought that many eyes are reading the messages at the very moment that I am reading them. It makes me feel connected. I even love the emptiness I begin to feel after months have passed and I try to remember when the last issued arrived. The child like way I count on my fingers forcing memory to obey. The way my step quickens as I realize soon, soon it will arrive.
Do I want, "The Creative Edge," to become more convenient, less costly, go Internet? No. There is a price to be paid for convenience, and that price is the loss of the personal touch. We have loss too much of that already. What I do wish for, The Creative Edge, is that all those who so freely read this newsletter would begin to support it with donations.
I am a poet, a writer, a communicator. I know what it is like to produce a creation. The time and energy it takes to put all your deepest thoughts into written form and send it out into the world. Hoping that someone will support your dreaming.
I send to you my twenty dollars. And when it is possible I will send it again, and again. If that is what it takes to keep this hand held communion alive. I would miss this green bird perched in my mailbox. I would miss its sweet song that says, "I am here, take me home—open me, there are others out there dreaming with you."
I admit that my thoughts are self-serving, for I do not own a computer. I use to have e-mail, but when e-mail began masquerading as correspondence, I gave it up. I love you and I miss you signed at the end of someone else's story was simply not enough. It was convenient, but it certainly wasn't intimate. As a poet, intimacy is the one thing I cannot afford to give up.
I choose to spend my time, and my money in others ways. I choose to support, The Creative Edge. A newsletter that I have come to appreciate. I choose to spend a mere five cents a minute on a long distance call to a friend so that I might drink in the sound waves of their voice. I choose the slow, deliberate thought form a letter demands. Somehow, for me, a blank sheet of paper invites intimacy, initiates courage to think and rethink your deepest thoughts.
I particularly liked this last issue of The Creative Edge. The part you refer to as the, A'musings. For me, all the thoughts, all the poetry seemed to be speaking of a falling away. And nowhere in all the writing was the illusive, why, present. It was as if the falling away itself was the answer.
With this new millennium, I too, have felt this falling away. It feels as if we have been placed in the eye of the hurricane, but there is a dilemma present. Do we move with the storm hoping to maintain its center. Or, do we stand firm hoping the storm will wear itself out before it passes over us. I send to you my poem on these thoughts, this falling away, this waiting, this unknown space.
Or for purpose?
Life from the thorn.
Patricia Ann Doneson
From dark, to darker, now to darkest in my poems. Or maybe this poem isn't. Maybe I'm just nervous and fearful, for The Far Shore, more than any other poem, makes me feel vulnerable. For years I suffered from depression not knowing what it was, not naming it. When I was diagnosed as clinically depressed, I resented it and tried to keep it secret. When in states of depression I contrive not to see people. Years of therapy did little if any good in my battle. I must add that I do now take medication and it has made a difference. So, this is a coming out, of sorts. A coming out because I want to say to anyone who suffers from this thing, and the consequent feeling of worthlessness, you can find help.
Today, I find myself with two questions: first, am I in love with the idea of depression? And, second, and more importantly, can I learn to love depression enough to accommodate it and see through to that other side I believe is there?
Standing on ice
The ice beneath my boots
I am on a flooded low land
It is so cold.
I stand on ice looking at the shore:
Every little careful step I take,
I turn and concentrate on the shore.
I step, trying with each step,
Each step slips.
It will soon be night.
Dick Criley (Oct. 20, 1911-June 18, 2000) was a civil rights and labor activist whose battles for personal freedoms and equality spanned seven decades. At his death he was Executive Director of the Monterey County Chapter of the ACLU. Elliot Roberts served on the Board with him and was his neighbor on the Big Sur coast of California.
—Elegy for Dick Criley
The metal maul striking the metal wedge,
Splitting wood—the heft of the twelve-pound maul;
The way your mind worked, focused so clearly,
Now, only memory, the sound of you
Quotes from the following poems appear in "Splitting Wood:"
DOC, Tennessee Colony, TX
I thought I'd mention that the Spring Issue #32 at the section Thoughts on Creativity was very inspiring. For me, creativity is my attempt to share my innermost feelings and thoughts with others because I think that most all of us have something to share with others that just might be interesting and beneficial in one way or the other. Being imprisoned, my writing is my escape and allows me to find something new and different on a regular basis.
(or A Hang Glider's Joy)
He lived for the
He's hypnotized by the crashing
Chester Vinton HAAS III
My collage "The Dreamer" is based on the five characters surrounding the sleeper. Counter clockwise top left is "Memories of the Day", then: "Longing," "Values," "Old Business" and finally "Spiritual Grace."
Carmel Valley, CA
A perfectly round mottled white moon
The tableau remains, narrow
An inadequate minstrel,
Death knows no limit
She, in pain, knows it is hard
What else could I have done.
NOT EVEN A MONTH
I am not sure I can
I listen to rain
Come with me
Long, strong green onions,
There are beets in our garden,
Last year we ate from our garden all year,
It welcomes the birds,
It's so full,
Black Mountain, NC
I live too far away to participate in your programs, but I do enjoy receiving The News! I am enclosing a recent poem which speaks of North Carolina woods. I know that dogwoods are not familiar to most people in California.
My dogwood tree hangs over my deck,
I watch my tree through the winter chill,
Once when I went overseas in the spring,
One year, I looked over the trees of my land,
My own heart froze like a large chunk of ice;
And sure enough, when the next spring arrived,
Mary London Jackson
Thank you for your creative offerings!
I invite readers to share their own creative works with a few words about the context of their work for either the new Letter Box On-line or regular hard copy version. I look for work and comments I feel support understanding and encouragement of the creative process, and hence, the process of life.
Submit your name, city and state with your works to Donald@creative-edge.org for publication. I also encourage you to approve adding your E-mail address. Submit images in 72dpi GIF, JPEG or TIFF format.