“It is not good for/
man to be alone” can mean/
for the short term, too.
Category Archives: Writing
Accepting Old People Where They Are: Revolutionary Prose
A Facebook friend posted this thought: “You don’t need to “orient” the elderly, even if they have dementia. Spend time with them where they are at … even if it’s 1959. Ask them about what they do remember.” To which I responded:
“When my grandmother was going through that phase, where she couldn’t remember things even a few minutes after they happened, I had this thought: Old people get to that phase so they can pass their knowledge and wisdom and stories from long long ago onto to the next generation. She could remember the name of her four-year-old best friend, but she couldn’t remember what she had for breakfast that morning. So I asked her about her four-year-old neighbor and her childhood and the first time she saw an airplane. I learned how to fillet a fish. I played endless hours of cribbage and listened to stories and got to ask questions and watch her face light up as she remembered things she hadn’t thought of in decades. I spent months going through the years of 1920 to 1990 with her, looking at old photo albums, making video and audio recordings. She talked about those memories and photos as if the events captured had happened yesterday. Because to her, they probably had. It was an amazing experience.
As a result my children have heard and know more “Grandma stories” than my father, her eldest son. I’m grateful I took the time to listen about yesterday, instead of trying to force her into today.”
Fake News Fawning Gag: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku Lament
Visit liberal/
relatives. Watch media/
fawn o’er Biden. Gag.
Feeling Old Suspenders: Revolutionary Haiku Lament
My dad bequeathed me/
his suspenders. Now I look/
as old as he feels.
Dr. Seuss In Wisconsin: Rhyming Poetry
A friend posted a Cat in the Hat meme that said:
“Will it rain?
Will it snow?
I live in Wisconsin!
I do not know!”
I responded:
I do not know,
nor do I care.
I will go out
everywhere.
Snow is good,
sun is fun,
and we like
the combination!
I will eat cheese.
You will drink beer.
And we’ll not know
the time of year.
We do not fret,
we do not fuss.
We will hang out,
just the Wisconsinus.
I Prefer The Woman She Strives To Be: Revolutionary Iambic Response
Some guy named Spencer McFarland made this comment, captured in a meme (which many woman are gleefully reposting) :
Advice To Girls (ironic the advice is given by a man!)
My wife responded:
“I’d rather not be loud and gross and take up space. I’d rather be calm and clean and be present or off doing what I want. I’d rather not be snide and sarcastic. I’d rather be loving and kind. I’d rather be helpful, kind and respectful of everyone … including myself. I don’t need to say no to everyone but I also don’t need an excuse to say no if I’d rather use my time a different way.”
My response to my wife?
I enjoy having a wife/
who doesn’t plot or scheme,/
or need a Facebook meme, /
to tell her how to live her life
Knowing True Cheesy Dessert: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
Only someone from/
Wisconsin would eat ice cream/
before their cheese curds.
What To Do, God? Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
When you pray and ask/
“WWat should I be doing?” and/
the answer’s who, do.
Pandemic Smile Maker: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku
I drew a grin on/
my pandemic mask and made/
lots of people smile!
Non-read Response = Nothing to Say: Iambic IM Poem Lament
She’s got nothin’ to say.
In my loneliness I can tell,
I’m under her spell,
But her checkmark is grey.*
[*Facebook instant messenger has a blue check when the message is read, a grey check when it hasn’t been read.]