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The Passive Voice of Being Born

As I was working on a poem today, it struck me that in the English language, there is no active voice for being born.  A mother bears her child. And the child is passive in the event. The bearing  happens to the child. She is being born. He is born. They have been born.   […]

“My Resolutions” or “The Benefits of Peer Pressure”

I’m not much of a fan of New Year’s resolutions. They just don’t really fit my calendar.  I mean, think about it: each new year starts just a week after Christmas Day, at the end of a two-month-long holiday spree, and (if you live in the northern hemisphere as I do) right when winter is […]

Thank you, Mr. Williams. You will be missed.

I keep starting posts about Robin Williams and deleting them. I am having trouble finding the right words. I have not been so moved by the passing of a celebrity since Jim Henson died. Robin Williams was one of the first actors I knew by name. I remember watching Mork & Mindy on Nick at […]

The One String We Have

This post addresses healing after infant and pregnancy loss.  It is particularly directed to those who have lost a child, aka “Baby Loss Moms.” * * * The remarkable thing we have is a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past… We cannot change the […]

Visual Verse

Before I considered myself any kind of writer, I was an artist.  I remember Mom saying, “Just give her a pad of paper and a pencil, and she’ll be quiet for hours.”  Of course, I tended towards “quiet” even without something to do, but still, she was right.  I would draw and create for hours […]

torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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