The Antidote

out shopping I see
a little girl in her Mom’s shopping cart
still in her baby shoes
she laughs and kicks
keeps saying Hi to everyone
she has but two teeth yet
the mother blushes a bit and smiles
people in a wide radius are smiling and pointing
what a scene for a painting
my heart is pierced

a cashier I did not like much
because of her brusqueness and impatience with some people
I would not talk to her because of her manners
there came a day when one of her fellows passed out on the job
and hit his head
she was the first one to clear the area
call the ambulance
and cushion his head
yelling for a nurse or doctor
I see her differently now
I go through her line and give her my respect
I learned something

the girls at my wife’s work
see me bring her tea every day
they smile, think it’s funny
some are forward and chat me up
I joke around a little
it’s going on thirty years
one girl, there for the last five
so shy
I hardly see her say a word
my wife sends me there at Christmas time to return something
says to go and see that girl, she knows about it
we have never had a conversation
I do the return, make to leave, say Merry Christmas
She looks at me a bit strangely, I think I see a little tear
then throws her arms around me
says Merry Christmas! Then my name.
We both blush
I am awkward, I am awkward
but the sun has come out on this dark day.

 

 

 

How much is that Worry in the window?

Are you going on holidays?  Buy our pills, or you could get traveler’s diarrhea.
(a woman in a white bathing suit runs toward a public bathroom, which is lined up out the door)

Adults over 50 should get the Shingles vaccine.  Talk to your Doctor.  (May cause death in rare cases)

Someone is shown enjoying a drink with a little umbrella in it.  Palm trees wave in the background. There’s a close up zoom on the ice cubes.  Did you know that Hepatitis C can be spread in many different ways?  Get the Twinprix vaccination.  Talk to your Doctor. Because you are a Traveler.

A woman is shown about to give a keynote speech at a business presentation.  She is nervous.  As she points to some items on the screen projection, a sweat stain is visible.
Buy our deodorant, or you could wind up like this.  Sweating and maybe smelling too.

Two neighbours chat in their driveway.  One has just bought a spanking new truck with all the bells and whistles.  “Yep, just got this baby.  Twenty thousand off too.  Too bad about your broken Volvo”.  The other guy with the Volvo has been watering his brown lawn, and his hose suddenly goes limp.

Two women talk in the kitchen.  One is a neighbor who has just walked in, dressed appropriately in a smart business suit.  They talk about dishes.  The smart one, when she sees the dishwasher open, says “Oh My, you have spots on your dishes.  You should be using Cascade.  The other lady, instead of hitting her, looks crestfallen.  Lesson learned.

If you’ve been hurt, or are going to be hurt, in a car accident, call the Four Diamonds Law Firm.  We’ll get you what you deserve from those nasty insurance companies, or you don’t pay.  Of course, “what you deserve” is subjective, and we will take our 90 percent commission, thank you..

A clumsy woman in her kitchen goes to take her turkey out of the oven.  She slips on a goddamn toy her toddler has left on the floor, grabs the tablecloth, everything goes on the floor, and she rubs her hip.  At Manulite Insurance, you’ll be covered for things like this.  Our motto is “You never know”.

 

 

Found things

After her death,

We cleared out Mother’s house.

Among the found things were

A stained brown envelope with a marriage license from 1932

A jewelry chest full of baubles we never saw her wear

In with the baubles, wrapped in plastic, someone’s baby teeth

An old leather bound Bible we never saw her read

Pressed within its pages, a ringlet of hair, mine I am sure

A four leaf clover

A dried dragonfly

My baby picture, wallet size

In her ancient trunk,

A folded fur, musty smelling

A letter belonging to her mother, who had a lover, dated 1887

Inside the fur, opera glasses

A moth-eaten raggedy Ann (her childhood friend?)

Hat boxes without hats

In fuzzy black and white, she and Dad on the grass

And

A new brown envelope from the Hospital

She never showed us, never showed us.

All gone now.

 

Guest Submissions Sought for the Go Do Go Café February Theme: Ursula K. Le Guin

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Steve Fuller has been encouraging the Baristas to develop monthly themes for the Go Dog Go Cafe’s Baristas and guest writers to use as a springboard for their creativity, much like the Chef’s use a unifying ingredient on Iron Chef or Chopped.

We will be launching this “ingredient for the month” concept in February in way that let’s us honor the great writer Ursula K. Le Guin, who we lost earlier this week after an amazing life of writing and inspiring adults and children around the world with her powerful storytelling, poetry, and essays.  We challenge all of you to write a poem, essay, reflective piece, story, flash fiction that honors her, is inspired by a favorite LeGuin story, or dives into the mind of a character in one of her books.  You pick, she is your main ingredient.

If you decide to take us up on our monthly challenge, please submit…

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Reversal of fortune

I used to lie awake at night
even with the pills
praying for a goodly sleep
to cure me of my ills

but then, the greenies vaporized
and many nights of Hell
I spent, and I was terrorized
by the clock’s alarming bell

and then, the jumpy nerves were calm
and I was amply blessed
and given mind and body balm
with periods of rest

but now, with many weeks gone by
no medicine to take
I open up my drowsy eyes
but cannot stay awake.

R.I.P. Ursula K. Le Guin ~ 1929 – 2017

Ursula K. Le Guin was one of my favourite authors. I will miss her keen mind and great storytelling.

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I don’t know how many of you have heard, but literary icon and one of my personal idols, Ursula K. Le Guin passed away yesterday afternoon. She was the first woman to win the Nebula Award and Hugo Award for Best Novel, for her 1969 novel The Left Hand of Darkness. She went on to win these awards several more times throughout her career. This prolific and gifted writer wrote twenty more novels, and according to the New York Times, “a dozen books of poetry, more than 100 short stories (collected in multiple volumes), seven collections of essays, 13 books for children and five volumes of translation, including the Tao Te Ching of Lao Tzu and selected poems by the Chilean Nobel Prize winner Gabriela Mistral.”

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Ursula’s novels made me realize that fantasy wasn’t always just about wizards and…

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Chronic Illness and Self-Acceptance

This has really hit home with me at the present time. I would like to thank the author.

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Living with a chronic illness is a challenge at best. If the illness is devastating but not recognized by the medical establishment, convincing ourselves life is worth living becomes an uphill battle.

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In the year 2000, I was diagnosed with a chronic illness that presented as a drop-dead flu. I’d been symptomatic since in the 1980s, but early on, flareups were few and far between. Innumerable doctor visits always produced tests with negative results. Over time, symptoms increased in severity and duration until they became immobilizing and constant in 1999.

I knew my doctors thought I was malingering. I felt invalidated yet knew damn well something was wrong. I lived in fear of a dreaded disease not being detected in time to be treated. Simultaneously, I wasn’t sure I wanted to live. By 1999 I was nearly bedridden; in debilitating pain; overwhelmed by fatigue; suffering…

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