Slice of Life 31 – Easter Vigil #sol24

31 March 2024
Saturday morning rainbow off my back porch

Paying Attention in the Dark

Who in creation was the first to notice when you took the
handkerchief off your face, folded it up, and set it down?

Did the moon and stars praise your rising?
Did the owls hoot a salute to humility
having the last winning word?
Did the angels do a stepdance when they
realized the fullness of God’s plan?
Did the rainbows plan the palette to
decorate the joyous dawning sky?
Did the mynas celebrate with a
new playlist for Sunday morn?

Who else noticed when you first ventured out?
You left the tomb while it was still dark;
it’s hard to grasp
truth in the shadows.

And today, help me to
take notice of you
while it is still
dark down

Thank you, everyone, for a great month of writing, reading, and commenting. You make me a better writer and person. I’ll see you on Tuesday.

For those who would like a National Poetry Writing project, do consider joining us for Ethical ELA’s Verselove starting tomorrow. It is a 30-day poetry writing community that meets daily at Ethical ELA. Each day in April a different teacher/poet hosts by sharing a prompt, which will be posted at the website at 5:00 a.m. Central Time. Some of the Slice of Life friends will be hosting on different days.

  • Kim Johnson – April 1
  • Denise Krebs – April 9
  • Joanne Emery – April 10
  • Barb Edler – April 13
  • Margaret Simon – April 14
  • Donnetta Norris – April 22
  • Glenda Funk – April 28
  • Fran Haley – April 29

Participants are invited to stop by for one, two, three, or all 30 days throughout the month. For more information and FAQs, click here.

Do you have the National Poetry Month Poster yet? Get it here.

Slice of Life 30 – Fear a Narcissist With Many Jars #sol24

30 March 2024

Today I read Tabatha Yeatts’ Poetry Friday post. She had an idea to use the beautiful poem, “Trust a Woman With Many Jars” by Mackenzie Berry, as a mentor text.

Then while I sat in church tonight, the priest said, “We all have narcissism, some a little (he held up two fingers in a small pinch) and some a lot (he held his arms open wide).”

Yes, indeed. We are all sinful. God died to save us from our narcissism, but we remain vulnerable to ugliness in ourselves, and caught from others, as well. Now, with apologies to Mackenzie Berry, I used her poem as a mentor to write my own:

Fear a Narcissist With Many Jars

Who fills them with disgust and loathing
and makes others weep
as they fall off the train of empathy

Fear a narcissist who can blind others with hatred
whose art is dishonest dealing and grift
Who lacks conscience and skill

Fear a narcissist who says, “How stupid are the people?”
and “You have to take out their families.”

Fear a narcissist who
hijacks democracy
on the pinions of prejudice.
Who reviles truth.
Who projects pathology.
Who makes George Orwell
turn over in his grave.
Who learned twisted lessons from 1984:
“War is peace.
Freedom is slavery.
Ignorance is strength.”*

Fear a narcissist who
threatens an experiment
a quarter millennium in the making.

Fear a deranged narcissist
who calls for
total authority
and bedlam.
Fear a narcissist who demands
immunity from the rule of law.

Fear a narcissist Bible Salesman, who is a
“liar who takes pride in his nihilism.”**
Who breaks anything he can’t have for himself.

Who cons, who dupes, who fleeces.
Who is a broken promise.
Who spreads narcissism systemically
and without partiality.

We are all at risk.
Fear a narcissist, I beg you.

*1984 by George Orwell
**”Good Country People” by Flannery O’Conner

Stained glass window I was standing in front of during communion

Slice of Life 29 – Viernes Santo #multifri #sol24

29 March 2024

Es Viernes
Santo y Bueno
es muriendo
Santo y Bueno
Santo y Bueno
¿Por qué
este día

It’s Good Friday
Jesus Christ
is dying
Holy and Good
Holy and Good
Why do we call
this day

En otra nota, esta semana yo he estudiado español para un mil días.

While on vacation when I passed someone speaking Spanish, my husband would usually ask, “Did you understand what they said?” Inevitably, my answer was, “No.” However, once yesterday someone went by and said, “No digas nada.” I told my husband, “Don’t say anything.” He wondered what I meant, and then I told him, “That’s what that guy just said to the teen.” This morning at the strawberry stand, a little girl was getting into her car, singing, “Puerta!” Then her mom came and asked her (while the puerta was still open), “¿Quieres una fresa?” (Do you want a strawberry?) It is nice to begin to be able to eavesdrop, not in a creepy way, but just as I always do without thinking about it in English.

I had made a goal to meet someone in March in order to share language lessons. Update: I’ve spoken to two people about it. No firm yet connection yet, but I have started to commit at last, and the month is not over.