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Words, Poetry and Buttons

In October I will be,
At Monterey by the sea,
On retreat with fellow Bookies, old and new,
Gathered together to learn a new thing or two.

My postcard reminder is tucked in a photo screen frame,
So I can glance up from my desk whenever I need to claim,
The spray on my face from the crush of a wave,
An ocean full of memories my heart longs to save.

I find myself writing words like seashells and sand, beach and breakers, shipmates and clams.

Ships and anchors, horizon and whales, seals and otters, tugboats and sails.

Yet I sit at my desk with my laptop plugged in,

Writing a short story about blue fish with translucent fins.

 

I sail away on the keyboard and send an SOS code,

To where Books and Such authors, writers, and agents abode,

“The ocean is calling, calling us by name,

The countdown is dwindling,  we have a deadline to tame!”

 

 

 

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Sweden Send-Off for John, Our Fellow Writer

Sigh…saying good-bye isn’t an easy thing to do. It is even more difficult when you will soon be oceans apart and more than one language is involved.

In a few days my friend and fellow writer, John Clewett, is moving back to Sweden. This time he probably won’t be coming home to America for a long. long time.

We writers are strange people by our own declaration. So when you connect on many levels: friend, trusted critique groupie, Lake Tahoe respite cabin dweller, and great debater of religion, politics, and raw steaks, the loss of close geographical neighboring is intense.

A great continental divide will now physically separate us. We will have to rely on “Hangout” via the internet, via Google, via all electronics will work perfectly.

In this modern world of cell phones, computers, and video conference calling, what is lacking? Well, simply put, I prefer personal contact. Speaking face-to-face and seeing my friend’s reaction to a manuscript read, or dinner for four with our spouses at a nice restaurant sipping a glass of wine, and ~ talking, laughing, relaxing.

What a novel concept.

Interpersonal communication was once a college class I took involving trust games.  Now it is a fading lifestyle, a disappearing act at the end of a play that is shutting down before the run of a full season, due to a lack of interest. You can sit two people across from each other at a restaurant table and they don’t speak, they text on their cell phones, and check Facebook or Twitter. I’ve observed this increasing detachment with sadness over and over again.

John, you will be greatly missed. Your instinctive and in-depth critiques helps every member of our little group. Your research is impeccable and your integrity, remarkable. Your gift of friendship extends beyond the boundaries of the international date line.

Sweden~ though I do not know the language, I do know the heart because of you.

God’s blessings my friend. May He shelter you under the cover of His wings wherever you go. I’ll be “Hanging out” with you soon. You will be in my prayers and praises and not so far away as the miles add up, but close in the gift of a divine crossing of our paths.  Bloom where you’re being replanted and may you bear fruit one hundred fold.

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