Farewell 2023, Hail 2024!
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by rdmaxwell55
2M ago
We’re in the final quarter of regulation game. Look to your left and right – many here today Won’t be among us one year hence, gone on To their reward. We’d be well advised to make our peace now – while hearts still beat – With ourselves and others. Don’t rely on overtime – all ties go to the runner, And the runner is time itself. Each player must decide, at the appointed hour, to stay in comfort with the pain one knows, Or take the steps into eternity. Either way there are choices to be made, Preparations and promises to keep. Time flees to the final destination. Tick tock. There are no refer ..read more
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Watching movies with Filomena
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by rdmaxwell55
2M ago
Here is the part where I cry: The warmth of familial or collegial love – The heat of passionate union – the thrill of patriotic success (to borrow A line from my favorite English writer) – Scenes that make me boo-hoo like a baby. Here is the part where I cry: I don’t hide my tears from my Filomena. She won’t think any less of me if I shed a tear of two. She is a saint, my saint, The only saint I know in this life. She hear my every prayer, my supplication. There’s no emotional response I need to hide. This is the part where I cry: Big crocodile tears form and fall – Some I catch with my sleeve ..read more
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Distilled at Santa Maria Hospital
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by rdmaxwell55
3M ago
Mid-September, 2023, after the first operation My post-operation dreams are all a drug-induced illusion – cross-country races I used to run back when my legs actually worked, Appointments i was always rushing to keep. But as surely as I am brushing my teeth I predict there will be a return to mobility, a regaining of manual dexterity a chance , a hope to redeem what dreams I still have, what dreams may still come. These thoughts are not the mere babbling of a now crippled man, but a demonstration, an assertion of a determined one ..read more
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My war poem/last will
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by rdmaxwell55
4M ago
Folks familiar with the Peruvian modernist, Cesar Vallejo, will recognize my liberal use of the tone and structure of his poem, Black Stone on a White Stone, written under the influence, I suspect, of his observation of the Spanish Civil War. War brings out the best and the worst in all of us, in different ways, as we see nightly on the TV. There’s also a whiff of an influence from the Afro-Cuban poet, Valdez in his Despedida a Mi Madre. Both poems are worthy of your attention and both are available in English translation. My war poem (written during my hospital stay at Santa Maria) After Cesa ..read more
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Some random thoughts on the loss of a Pichard Street friend and classmate
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by rdmaxwell55
11M ago
We started orchestra together in third grade – Sandra played violin, I played viola. We saw Star Wars at the movies three times. Sandra really liked that movie. She introduced me through song to reggae and Bob Marley while Bob was still around, but I wasn’t a fan at the time. Some of y’all will remember Sandra’s reggae singing. Sandra’s cover of “The Greatest Love” was as good as Whitney’s version. Some say better. We lost touch over the years as life intervened. I offer my heartfelt condolences to her children, her many friends, and Pichard Street love to her remaining siblings, CeCe, Skeeter ..read more
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April 3, 2023 – Why do the heathen rage
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by rdmaxwell55
11M ago
I will not trivialize this condition with a meme or a metaphor – We tried that before and it fell flat – It’s just a state of being requiring new drugs and a different attitude. There is no pain in this story, just a too-frequent cough interrupting my storytelling and swelling in my legs that had a combined negative effect in the long term. There is also no sorrow in this story, as it’s told. Its speed alone sealed off many options for redress, but you should know a slower telling opens up more grief. The heathen raged, “Crucify him!” with little cause, the scribes in their blue suits marching ..read more
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April 2, 2023 – Monsters Come Out At Night
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by rdmaxwell55
1y ago
Monsters come out at night. They tie you up with tubes and wires across your body, flashing buzzing lights that traumatize you when you’re barely awake. I wake up with tangled wires. The nurse is mad because she got a call in the middle of the night. I have to pee. My god how do I use the bathroom with all these tubes connected to machines with wires attached to my arms? I call the nurse again. She’s not happy, again She asks me my name. Today’s date. I know what she’s doing. More lights blink and buzz, more rolling sounds tighten around my arms. I blink. The lights go out. It was all a bad dr ..read more
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NaPoWriMo 2023
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by rdmaxwell55
1y ago
My April this year was interceded by a short hospital stay. And as hospital stays are fairly infrequent for me, I’m making a bid deal about it, and making it and related topics, like healing, recuperation, relief from pain and suffering, all subjects for my April poems. Hope to keep it on the positive as the dreams and images keep flowing. April 1, 2023 In modern healing,​ ​one seeks a linear path across states of being, from ill-health to recuperation, from pain to its absence, from suffering to ease. Though doctors may differ on superimposing  high and low points in the treatment path ..read more
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I’ve got the Jonah’s Gourd Vine Blues
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by rdmaxwell55
1y ago
Y’all know me. I cry like a baby when I’ve heard a sweet sound. I don’t mean the music. I’m talking about the pure sounds of words as they enter and exit an unnamed space, as they twist and shout and compress and relax. as they flow, one to another to the ends of a mystical river. Y’all have to really listen to hear a sweet sound. Y’all ain’t listening. Maybe you’ve never hear a sweet sound, a pure sound like a secret cry or a moan, a grief that can’t be waylaid nor detained, the tender uncertainly of a long voyage, and the unutterable fear that remains undisclosed. Have you ever seen a great ..read more
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Law and order versus the Woke Mob
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by rdmaxwell55
1y ago
I had a pestering cough. My wife offered to pick up cough syrup at CVS. But the shelves were empty. She asked at the counter. The CVS lady said the DC Council passed a law decriminalizing the stealing of medications. Then I checked Google. And Google said “Medication supply chain shortages.” OK. So I drove to the Arlington, Virginia CVS And plenty of cough syrup was available ..read more
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