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A photograph that reminded me of a photograph

This is a first draft and I may have to delete this post should Mimo Khair think it does not do justice to her own photograph. Here is a LINK TO Mimo’s Photoblog.

A Photograph that Reminded Me of a Photograph
for Mimo Khair

A friend showed me her photograph of the children who took her
away from the entrance to the Valley of the Nobles, the ancient
tombs cut from stone. In place of silence and eternity, she surrendered
to the call of giggles and handmade dolls. Small, dusty hands
clasped hers. Off she was led to their houses amid a made up chant
of her name, as if a long lost playmate had returned home.

Yellows and reds and wide smiles in that photograph
echoed a desert trip in India with my family. We expected
camels and vast stretches of nothing but sky and sand.
Not the laughter of children in bright floral saris, their hysterical
screams that made our twins withdraw. We should have
stayed a while longer in that village until their voices
settled. Instead we kept to schedule, caught
the paid-for camel ride into the sunset.

Without permission I stole their laughter,
stored it in my cellphone camera. Those children
who only wanted to play with our children
before we disappeared from them forever.

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A very good friend from an online poetry critique group suggested I try shorter lines with this. So here. Please tell me what you think.

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A Photograph that Reminded Me of a Photograph
for Mimo Khair

A friend showed me her photograph
of the children who took her away
from the entrance to the Valley of the Nobles,
the ancient tombs cut from stone. In place of silence
and eternity, she surrendered to the call
of giggles and handmade dolls.

Small, dusty hands clasped hers. Off she was led
to their houses amid a made up chant
of her name, as if a long lost playmate
had returned home.

Yellows and reds and wide smiles
in that photograph echoed a desert trip in India
with my family. We expected camels
and vast stretches of nothing but sky and sand.

Not the laughter of children in bright floral saris,
their hysterical screams that made our twins
withdraw. We should have stayed a while longer
in that village until their voices settled.

Instead we kept to schedule, caught
the paid-for camel ride into the sunset.
Without permission I stole their laughter,
stored it in my cellphone camera.

Those children who only wanted
to play with our children
before we disappeared
from them forever.

-o-

 


Bloody and Goody: Muscle and Blood Literary Journal Issue 1 Launched

Detail of a photograph by Thomas Zimmerman, Muscle and Blood Literary Journal Issue 1

The first issue of Muscle and Blood Literary Journal has just been released – online and I believe a print edition is also in the works.  I love their declaration.

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We hate most of the stuff that’s on TV. That’s why we started Muscle & Blood Literary Journal. We’re sick of having our intelligence insulted by every program that comes on, or being treated like we’re part of some massive cross-section of people they’re trying to appeal to.

We’re for everyone: working class, upper class, black, white, indigenous, male, female, early 20s, late 60s, and anyone else. The only thing our readers have in common is they’re intelligent people. You’ll find that kind of person everywhere, and if there’s one thing we’re sure of, it’s that you’ll find the other kind everywhere too.

Muscle & Blood Literary Journal is not TV–it’s a magazine, and not the trash kind they sell on newsstands. Rather, it’s a literary journal, which publishes fiction, poetry, creative nonfiction, and reviews. To paraphrase an oompa loompa, this means no commercials.

What kind of poetry and fiction do we feature? The good kind–the kind that sounds like the author knows what they’re doing. We’re not big on stories about vampires, elves, or aliens, and we definitely aren’t going to publish anything hateful. Aside from that, the writing in our magazine could be about anything, as long as it’s about something–we hate getting to the end of a poem or story and asking, “So?” Poems can be in any form, except haiku–really, we’ve had enough of those for our lifetime, and we’re sure you have too.

We also publish nonfiction about the issues of modern society, which may include the problems of 24-hour news, or the implications of product placement on television’s artistic merit–we really hate TV. But if you’re slow (and it’s OK, some of us are too), TV is a metaphor.

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Go ahead, I encourage you to visit the site.  Fantastic reading!

Oh, and a poem of mine – “Someone’s Head” – appears in it, too.  🙂   That shouldn’t be your only reason to check out the site though.  hahahahaha.  Leave a comment there to encourage the excellent and friendly editors (yes, a rare breed!).