Such a lover of color he was,
always savoring; savoring the
soul-soothing wild indigo, the
blue of a summer sky and the
way a daisy with yellow tummy
and white fringe reminded him
to center. He loved the roses,
thorned and feral in racy and
raunchy reds and salacious
pinks, accenting the landscape,
exploding with an earthy laugh.
Peppermint was known to trip
him into ecstasy; the licorice scent
of fennel to tickle his fancy from
hat to boots. Trees were wise,
with their bulk, age, and sage
gnarled trunks. He loved the
sun, setting in Arizona colors,
flaming yellows and oranges,
rising at dawn in New York’s
spring peach and pansy hues.
An amiable meal and a good
night’s sleep were raptures
treasured. A cup of coffee, a
glass of wine, magical elixirs.
He loved his child too, going
about the business of play, fresh
hands rummaging in new worlds.
He loved. He just loved –
…………yesterday’s confusions …
“I love you as one loves certain obscure things,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.”
One Hundred Love Sonnets: XVII by Pablo Neruda in The Essential Neruda: Selected Poems
© 2010 (poem), 2014 (photograph), Jamie Dedes, All rights reserved
The B Zine
BE insired … BE creative … BE peace … BE
Volume 1, Issue 3
a publication of Bequine Again and The Bardo Group
Biographies of our Core Team and our Guest Writers are HERE.
The stunning watercolors used to illustrate this month’s cover page are the work of Gretchen Del Rio, all rights reserved
Our theme this month:
The Divine Feminine
Bringing balance to the imagining of God or the essential energy of the universe, we celebrate the Divine Feminine in both her ethereal and more earthy manifestations.
Our lead feature by Rev. Terri Stewart suggests a spiritual practice (The Divine Feminine) for doing this. She’s also shares a feature with us (Words Into Action) that includes links to worthy charities to help us give our compassion legs. On the most ethereal level, we move on to a chapter from Niamh Clune’s cult classic, The Coming of the Feminine Christ.
We present a collection of poems and features that celebrate the more earthy feminine spirit by honoring: mothering (Their Compassion Has Legs), nature/Mother Earth with an acrostic poem from Corina Ravenscraft: sisterhood with Priscilla Galasso (Celebration of Femininity) a grandmother (The Divining Trunk by Karen Fayeth); wife (one poem by James Cowles and two poems by John Anstie); and those men touched by the Sacred Feminine, The Blessed Mother (Gentleman of the Old School, a short poem).
Under General Interest we have deeply moving and spiritually profound account from a new contributor, Father Dan, a Spiritan priest (Roman Catholic), about the lessons he learned from his brother, Christopher, who died prematurely.
Musician and poet/writer, Marilynn Mair (If You Would Still Believe, poem) and our resident shaman, Michael Watson (The Year Turns, essay) move us into this new year with hope and inspiration.
Under general interest we have poems from several poets including Imen Benyoub, James Cowles, Joseph Hesch and Victoria C. Slotto. We have two flash fiction features, one by Joseph Hesch.
For a tidbit of something on the light side, we present another new guest contributor, Sue Vincent. Grab your sides for more than a few giggles and laughs with Twelve Things Your Grandparents Said …
On behalf of all of us here, many blessings in 2015.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
” The Divine Feminine”
The Divine Feminine, Terri Stewart
Words Into Action, Terri Stewart
A Celebration of Femininity, Priscilla Galasso
The Divining Trunk, Karen Fayeth
Their Compassion Has Legs, Jamie Dedes
Luminous, Liliana Negoi
Tree Cathedral Acrostic, Corina Ravenscraft
Quan Yin, Victoria C. Slotto
Haiku for My Wife, James Cowles
And I Love Her Still, John Anstie
“The Lamb” (AKA “Devotion”), John Anstie
Gentlemen of the Old School, Jamie Dedes
Chris Reminds Me, Father Daniel S. Sormani, C. S. Sp.
The Year Turns, Michael Watson, M.A., Ph.D., LCMHC
How Skinny Girls Survive, Jamie Dedes
Tears for Icarus, Joseph Hesch
While Listening to Mozart’s Requiem, Imen Benyoub
If You Would Still Believe, Marilynn Mair
Rose-Tending, James Cowles
Train Wreck, James Cowles
Warrior in a Place of Ghosts, Joseph Hesch
Blessed Are They Who Mourn, Victoria C. Slotto
Turning Night Into Day, Naomi Baltuck
Special Delivery, Naomi Baltuck
Twleve Things Your Granparents Said …, Sue Vincent
“The forest is a peculiar organism of unlimited kindness and benevolence that makes no demands for its sustenance and extends generously the products of its life and activity; it affords protection to all beings, offering shade even to the axe-man who destroys it.” attributed to The Buddha
Thanks to my much treasured friend, Mick B. for this wonderful quote. It reminds me also of the visions of a generous nature sharing often stunning beauty amid the dreck of city life: the intrusive metal posts and gates with their rusty chains; the garbage, dust and dirt; the sometimes awkward or sterile architectures housing human beings boxed and stacked twelve or more stories high.
This lush and colorful bird of paradise is thriving in the squalor of a bank parking lot alongside some smelly dumpsters belonging to the bank’s neighbor, a pizzeria.