Memories, Stories, & Poetry: Threads that Bind Us

“I was taking it all in, / filming the heart”
~ from “Take Two, They’re Small” by Cristina Norcross

In the last few months, the senior citizens in my creative writing class at Harwood Place have become very interested in poetry.

author photo1 medium 2013I know a lot less about poetry than I do other genres, so I invited Cristina Norcross, poet and editor, to lead the group this month. I told her the numbers tend to run small with three or four people in attendance. But after word got out that I had invited a published poet to meet with them, eleven (!) eager faces gathered around the table, some core members and some new to writing in general–a room full of enthusiasm!

Cristina is a gentle soul and an all around creative spirit. She came with paper, pencils, and prompts and stirred up memories that translated into 6-word memoirs and vivid descriptions. And, as so often happens in this group, writing fosters relations. One woman, who had never attended the class but recognized a few faces, told me later that she heard things she hadn’t known about the people sitting next to her. That is the thing I enjoy most about this group, witnessing the discoveries that lead to connections. That, and so  much more.

Memories, stories, and poetry. An hour well spent on a Saturday morning.

Just for fun, here’s the beginnings of a poem I wrote after Cristina led us through a guided imagery exercise.

Sipping Turkish Coffee

Cardamom and grit
and a small, porcelain cup.
The drink is bitter
But the day sweet.
He sits across from me
Pachouli, a page-boy haircut,
A nervous grin.
The windows that frame him
Pull at the sunshine,
Light up the floor,
the table,
the faces
of his mother
on my left
his father
on my right.
Glowing.
Excited.
They must have known.

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Are you a poet? You could be. Try one of Cristina’s prompts: What did you give away that you miss now? A favorite toy or jacket? A pair of shoes that no longer fit, but you still love them? A CD that you gave to your cousin?

5574872-5fa61a87b3c20a918ac7f7e198ae8542-fp-1395665841Cristina M. R. Norcross is the author of Land & Sea: Poetry Inspired by Art (2007), The Red Drum (2008, 2013), Unsung Love Songs (2010), The Lava Storyteller (2013) and Living Nature’s Moments: A Conversation Between Poetry and Photography, with Patricia Bashford (2014).  

Her works appear in North American/international journals and anthologies.  She was the co-editor for the project One Vision: A Fusion of Art & Poetry in Lake Country (2009-11) and is currently one of the co-organizers of Random Acts of Poetry & Art Day. Cristina is also the founding editor of the online poetry journal, Blue Heron Review (www.blueheronreview.com).  

Her new book, Living Nature’s Moments: a conversation between poetry and photography(Vox Novus Press, 2014) by Cristina M. R. Norcross and Patricia Bashford, is available online from Blurb.  Signed copies are available on Etsy. Find out more about this author at:www.FirkinFiction.com

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Writers at the Table: Meet Betty Sydow

IMG_0872Once a month, I meet with writers at Harwood Place retirement living center, and every so often I get to share one of their storiesToday, I’m excited to introduce Betty Sydow.

Because last month was National Poetry Month, I asked the writers to come to this month’s class with a poem.

Betty is known for bringing in wonderful short fiction, stories about an eclectic group of folks living in an old apartment building. But, turns out, she’s an excellent poet at well. 

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Then and Now, Sweet Treats
By Betty Sydow

Then

Pastel candy dots
On a paper strip.
Pink Double Bubble lumps
Twisted in a comic.

Licorice whips, jaw breakers, red hot hearts.

Sugary cigarettes
With bright lighted tips.
Gum drop reptiles,
Malted milk balls.

Wax ruby lips and vampire teeth.

Three pennies in my pocket.
This will take a while.

Now

Chocolate truffles,
Macadamia nuts.
Pecan turtles,
Petit fours.

Chocolate covered cherries and creamy fudge bars.

Marzipan fruit,
Mint melt aways.
White chocolate drops
And crunchy fairy food.

Bittersweet chocolate almond bark.

Plastic in my wallet.
I’ll pay tomorrow.

 

Writers at the Table: Meet Richard Borchers

IMG_0562Once a month, I meet with writers at the Harwood Place retirement living center, and every so often I get to share one of their storiesToday, I’m excited to introduce Richard Borchers. 

Richard is a long-time member of the group and a committed writer. He always brings great stories to the table, including this one inspired by a prompt from Patricia McNair’s daily prompt list. 

. . . .

He was never good with the camera.

Graduation from high school was the occasion for getting his very own camera. Congratulatory gifts afforded him a moderately priced “Argus.” Somehow, he just knew it could produce very good slides and prints.

The first roll of film he purchased was returned to the drug store and exchanged for one proper for the camera. With help from a few more experienced “shutter bugs,” he mastered the trick of opening the lid and getting the precious capsule into the little box. He found “f-stop” but wondered, Where is the “f-go?”

The strange, new technology seemed almost beyond comprehension. He thought, If this little machine is going to be my friend, I guess I’d better read the manual.

After several months of shooting pictures, it still was no surprise when a roll of twenty frames would come back from the developer with three or four undeveloped. Did he leave the lens cover on? Was it a double exposure? Why were so many blank? It must be the drug store’s fault!

Sometimes, his camera was left sitting on the shelf, not really forgotten but more like just neglected. But when he was traveling or on vacation, the Argus was always with him. He found joy and satisfaction just to have a few pictures to share when he got home and memories to store away in albums. After some time, his photography skills improved a little bit. Still there were plenty of heads cut off, or legs, or arms, or that favorite uncle who had come a thousand miles just to have his picture taken. Too bad he was at the end of the row instead of in the middle.

However, he has this one incredible shot when everything came together just right.

The occasion was on the trip back from Seattle on the Amtrak. Attempts at taking scenery pictures from a moving train are not likely to be very good, he thought. But there was the camera, lying on the chair next to the bunk where he was sitting. It was primed with the toggle set for taking a panorama. It was beginning to get dark, and the train was speeding through Glacier National Park away from the sunset. Looking out the window over his shoulder, he grabbed the Argus and clicked the shuttle.

Putting it away for the night, he wished he were good with the camera.

. . . .

Over the shoulder and out the window: Glacier National Park
Photo by Richard Borchers

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“Happy accidents are real gifts….” ~ David Lynch