Sunday, April 3, 2022

Letter from the Editor - Spring 2022

  Hello Cafe'ers


Happy spring everyone.  

Hope everyone is doing well.  Sunshine and warmer temperatures are on the way, although the weather in Pittsburgh has been... well 70 one day followed up by snow the next.  Not exactly my idea of a good time, and I know it's going to bring on colds and sinus issues... but summer is this much closer... 

As always, send in submissions to holidaycafe.nicole@gmail.com thank you.  Check out our Facebook group page too, if you get a minute.

Wishing everyone continued good health, stay safe

Nicole


The Holiday Cafe

The Meaning Of Meaning

Meaning is found

When creativity subliminally

Takes flight

On wings of a dove.

 

Purity becomes clarity

If you walk

Through the mud

With no fear

Of leaving

Dirty tracks behind.

 

Clarity becomes

a freshly washed window

when you choose 

to not follow the lighthouse

in the thickest of fog,

For the more lost you get

Brings you closer

To being found.

And when you do

You’ll find meaning

Comes when you

Can’t see

What is around you.


Dale Deadmond is 53. He was born in In Twin Fall Id and currently resides in Modesto CA. He wrote lyrics for his band "Hot Ice " in my teen years. Dale started getting into writing poems in  2006. His favorite poet is Edgar Allen Poe and favorite novelist is Jonathan Kellerman. Dale has numerous novels and poetry books available on Amazon.

Musings for Moms

 I've been thinking of what to write for this issue of Musings and I keep going back and forth with so many of the things that have just been going on in the world over the last week, month, two years.  A picture popped up last week in my Facebook memories from two years ago, it was of the first day my boys had virtual learning.  

Thankfully they are back in school now full time and learning all the things that need to be learned and then some... I am grateful that my school district went above and beyond for the past two years.  Sure that first bit was tough on everyone and truthfully everyone was in tears at least once a week when we were trying to figure it all out.

But things got better as improvements were made and routines were learned and followed.  That routine though, it has been constantly changing.  I'm not good with all the change... that's why I like a routine.  

We've gone from home-schooling, to partial days in-school and partial days virtually to one kid being full-time in school while waiting for the other's school to allow the full-time in and both boys irritated.  You know the one that was going in every day was irritated that the other was still home part of the week while the one that was home wanted to be in school... and now finally everyone is learning in-school and there are some fun activities happening like school dances and movies for winning a contest.

I hope we continue to progress and are able to continue to do all the things that kids get to experience in school... 

So here is to those two years and all the parents and teachers that gave it their all to make the kids lives as normal as possible and to the children who adapted and tried their hardest to learn under unique circumstances.

Interview with Marjorie Maddox

Tell us a little about your books


In Heart Speaks, Is Spoken For, a cracked, heart-shaped stone inspired 

artist Karen Elias and myself to collaborate in creating nuanced portrayals of love, obsession, grief, joy, loneliness, anger, protest, and hope. Looking backward to memories and forward to our responsibility for the earth, their individual visions combine to create an expansive understanding of our beautiful, complicated world, a world constantly reimagined through the persistence of our fragile, courageous hearts. The book was published by Shanti Arts on World Poetry Day, March 21, 2022.

 

Karen and I talk about our collaborative process and inspiration here: https://www.ekphrastic.net/ekphrastic/living-within-the-art-a-poet-and-photographer-discuss-their-collaboration-marjorie-maddox-and-karen-elias

 

In addition, the book has garnered early praise:

 

“Via an original and provocative tapestry of contemplative prose and intimate imagery, these two

artists take both reader and viewer on a journey laced with personal experiences that ring true with the song of universality. This sojourn reminds us it is possible to witness the Cosmos in a drop of pond water or in the surface texture of a weathered fragment of granite. The wonderfully reductive nature of both word and picture herein remind us that less is most often more, that the unadorned will sometimes bring us to that place where greater realizations dwell. In this realm the poet and photographer have combined talents and successfully set a stage for quiet contemplations that are both worldly and private. Opening one’s heart is indeed an act of bravery and love.”

 

• Greg Mort, internationally recognized artist with work in many prominent private and public

collections, including the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum, the Smithsonian American Art Museum, and the White House

 

“It is often said that taking photos teaches us to see, and here, Karen shows us that love is everywhere if we just open our eyes. Marjorie’s thoughtful, heartfelt poems take all our grief over darkness and loss and expose it back to the light.”

• Lorette C. Luzajic, artist and writer; editor, The Ekphrastic Review

 

“What enchantment to discover the heart—that most ancient of symbols—

in the strikingly fresh and poignant depictions of these exquisite poems and photographs. The pages of this collection fall open to so many of our stories, both individual and collective. The hearts invoked from fairy tales that beat deep in our psyches are joined here by heart transplants, by the national tragedy of George Floyd’s heart stopped by cruelty, by hearts quarantined in windows, and by a cracked stone heart mourning the Earth. These poems and photographs inspire and reflect one another, magically creating the lub-dub of a single heart beating. Reading Heart Speaks, Is Spoken For, we hear our own hearts speaking and being spoken for.”

• Judith Sornberger, author of Angel Chimes: Poems of Advent and Christmas

 

Karen and I found this an exciting, mutually inspiring project, combining poetry and photography in creative collaboration. Our work has been exhibited at The Station Gallery (Lock

Haven, Pennsylvania). Additional collaborations have appeared in such journals as About Place: Works of Resistance and Resilience, Cold Mountain Review, The Ekphrastic Review, Glint, Open: Journal of Arts and Letters, and Ars Medica.

 

Our bios:

Professor of English and Creative Writing at Lock Haven University, Marjorie Maddox has published 13 collections of poetry—most recently Begin with a Question and Heart Speaks, Is Spoken For, an ekphrastic collaboration with photographer Karen Elias—the short story collection What She Was Saying; four children’s/YA books—including Inside Out: Poems on Writing and Reading Poems with Insider Exercises (Finalist International Book Awards), Rules of the Game: Baseball PoemsA Crossing of Zebras: Animal Packs in PoetryI’m Feeling Blue, Too! (a 2021 NCTE Notable Poetry Book)Common Wealth: Contemporary Poets on Pennsylvania (co-editor); Presence (assistant editor). See www.marjoriemaddox.com

Dr. Karen Elias taught college English for 40 years and is now an artist/activist, using photography to record the fragility of the natural world and raise awareness about climate change.  Her work is in private collections, has been exhibited in several galleries, and has won numerous awards.  She is a board member of the Clinton County Arts Council where she serves as membership chair and curator of the annual juried photography exhibit.

2.In some ways a very different book, Begin with a Question explores how the life of faith is a continuous voyage. This is a book of contemplation and motion, a journey—often in stops and starts—toward the Divine, a pilgrimage paved with prayer, praise, pause, penitence, and (of course) questions. Begin with a Question keeps us moving, seeking, reaching, lifting us out of ourselves to something beyond. Using a variety of fixed forms and free verse, I examine our relationship to the one who asks, “Who do you say that I am?” A book for seekers, doubters, and believers alike, these poems bring us face to face with anguish, anger, awe, and adoration. They give us permission not to demand answers, but to follow questions.

 

Early praise for Begin with a Question:

 

"One of Marjorie Maddox’s gifts is her ability to knit together unlikely pairings into original visions: Eve smells the salt wafting off Lot’s calcified wife, Apple’s Siri becomes a gnostic saint, and St. Victor of Marseilles stars in a spinoff of The Walking Dead. Her poems question our default ways of organizing and categorizing: a backyard haircut becomes an exploration of many of the dichotomies that shape our thinking—inner vs. outer, before vs. after, childhood vs. adulthood. Her imaginative leaps work toward discernment, facing into the world’s strange bewilderments to find connections across time and place. Begin with a Question faces the ways that the notes of human imagination are often 'off-key, shrill, and wobbly' and builds from them a chorus large enough to hold the living and the dead." —Mary Szybist, author of Incarnadine, winner of the 2013 National Book Award

 

"To enter the universe of Maddox's new poetry Begin with a Question is to be  invited to participate in an amazingly  powerful and intricate work of art. Intensely personal, inventive, often ironic and complex but accessible upon careful reading, this skilled poetry opens our windows to wonder at a universe penetrated by divine power and grace." —Luci Shaw, author of Angels Everywhere


"Marjorie Maddox’s new collection Begin with a Question begins with a question, 'But why?' The poet then sets about providing an abundance of possible answers to the most provocative of all the interrogatives, taking readers on a careening journey through human history to discover the sources and salves for our discontents—from Eve cradling her murdered son in the ruins of Eden to Mary holding hers against her own 'crucified heart' on Golgotha; from the impending death of the poet’s suffering mother in a distant assisted living facility to the young mother who nurses her baby in the small hours of the morning accompanied by the hymn-playing Church organist on the other side of the duplex wall; from 'the hard Epiphany' of January 6th, 2021 when a hate-filled mob overruns the seat of government to the 'random acts' of kindness whereby a suicide is saved, an accident avoided, a toll paid. These poems bear faithful witness to suffering on both the small and the grand scale and bravely offer the antidote, asserting over and over the radical fact that when all seems lost we must begin again. In the face of sorrow, the death of loved ones, and the acedia of everyday suburban life, Maddox’s book posits nothing short of a theodicy of love." —Angela Alaimo O’Donnell, author of Andalusian Hours: Poems from the Porch of Flannery O’Connor and Love in the Time of Coronavirus: A Pandemic Pilgrimage

It has been many years since I first encountered Marjorie Maddox’s work, through her early deeply meaningful collection titled Perpendicular As I. Since then, I have sought out her books, reviewed them when I could, savored them in private, and conversed about them with fellow poets and readers of poetry. So, I should not be amazed by the resonance in me as well as the objective expressiveness, that is to say, relevance, of Begin with a Question.

Ah, how to describe this persuasive and substantive collection… Let’s see. To begin with, I love the line, “My heart takes off its sandals of maybe”, which appears early in the book, advising us that, for every question, there is not only a this-or-that response, but also the resounding answer, from the poet of faith, that can only be summed up by "yes": yes to embracing life in all its complexity, yes to its sorrows and joys, ironies and paradoxes, earthiness and heavenliness, most importantly, yes to a God-soaked, God-imbued, God-redeemed life. Maddox has a way of bringing opposites together without forcing meaning, yet finding meaning—even in, or I should say especially in, the most mundane actions: a crochet chain, a backyard haircut, “suburban dirt and city gardens”....

There are also, more often than not, deeper territories to explore: painful, yet redeeming territories: a father’s heart transplant, a mother who knows she’s dying, who says to her daughter, “I am slowly fading away”, a poet-friend lost to cancer, their final visits. Through these and multiple other instances, the reader is given the clear impression that something very important, something vital, is happening all the time in the poet’s life and in our lives, in the earth around us, in nature, in society, in time—and in eternity. It is all consequential, whether it is occurring below the surface or before our eyes, as we sense in these following lines. “Today, / a woman, not unlike me, / offered tea; the teen / the car in front of me / took on my toll; / the not-random angel / on the highway shifted / slightly to the right / a patch of ice / I did not see— / or was that me / become me / in them, finally folding / my fingers just so, the water / brimming, cool and clear / just as a stranger walks by?”

Perhaps in our do-this, do-that schedules, we may not take the time to pause and ask the questions Maddox asks—at least not consciously. But, here she is, the poet, asking them for us, nudging us to contemplate the answers, which always exist—hidden, tantalizing, frequently unknown, but no less real. The poems in Begin with a Question are as honest and open as the day, and as intriguing and haunting as the night. The people who inhabit the poems speak from their own places, yet enter into our space with as much ease as the fears and expectations that abide in us. Interestingly, we are never left simply with disembodied questions, because Maddox has a particularly heightened gift: that of connecting intimately with the reader. You hear her voice in the poem; you sense her insistence, the joy when there is joy, the gravity when there is gravity—and often both. This ability to connect is almost uncanny; the hospitality of Maddox's poems translates into her asking the reader, generously, to return for a second and a third perusal. And you will find it difficult to resist.

At the book’s closing, Maddox leaves us with the assurance that the questions are worth posing because the answer, no less impactful when it is yet to be discerned, involves ultimately a communion of saints, a communion of “mercy in perpetuity”, where we, all of us, sing “off-key, shrill, and wobbly”, but oh—by God, in God—ever so human.

—Sofia M. Starnes, Virginia Poet Laureate, Emerita, author of A Consequence of Moonlight and other works

What inspired these books?

 

As mentioned above, Heart Speaks, Is Spoken For was inspired by a cracked heart-shaped stone that Karen found on the shores of Maine. In some instances, she first took the photograph, and I then responded to her work. In other cases, the poem came first with Karen creating a composite photograph that interprets my poem. It was a true collaborative process described in more detail here: https://www.ekphrastic.net/ekphrastic/living-within-the-art-a-poet-and-photographer-discuss-their-collaboration-marjorie-maddox-and-karen-elias

 

Whereas Heart Speaks, Is Spoken For was collaboratively written relatively quickly, then sent out to publishers over a several-year period, Begin with a Question took a different path. The poems, which chronicle a journey of questions—the problem of suffering in the world, my mother’s declining health, etc.—took many years to write, but was accepted rather quickly by Paraclete Press. Then the pandemic hit! The time span between when the book was accepted for publication and when it was published was 2.5 years, primarily because of Covid-19 and the way it also affected the publishing industry. Nevertheless, this also allowed me to keep revising and adding to the earlier version, making room for responses to the virus and to social justice issues during 2020—2021. I believe this made Begin with a Question a much more powerful collection, one that, despite addressing tough topics, also embraces hope.

 

Did you find it easy to write two books at the same time?

 

Although, due to the circumstances described above, the books came out one day apart (March 21 and March 22, 2022), they were not written at the same time. (Some of the final revisions, though, occurred during the same months). Sometimes, book publication works in strange ways!

 

What has been both more challenging (and sometimes a blessing) is marketing both books at the same time. On one hand, I’ve been able to plan events that celebrate both poetry collections. On the other hand, life has become even busier than usual—and that’s saying something.

 

Where will our readers be able to purchase your books?

 

Heart Speaks, Is Spoken For (Shanti Arts)

http://www.shantiarts.co/uploads/files/mno/MADDOX_ELIAS_HEART.html

Use the coupon code Heart10 until April 21, 2022 for a 10% off discount

 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Heart-Speaks-Spoken-Marjorie-Maddox/dp/1956056068/ref=sr_1_1?crid=Q14ZDC4SRM7C&keywords=marjorie+maddox+heart+speaks&qid=1648502582&s=books&sprefix=marjorie+maddox+heart%2Cstripbooks%2C115&sr=1-1#customerReviews

 

Bookshop.org: https://bookshop.org/books/heart-speaks-is-spoken-for/9781956056068

 

My website: http://www.marjoriemaddox.com/heart-speaks-is-spoken-for-description

 

Begin with a Question (Paraclete Press)

Paraclete Press Website (20% discount with the coupon code Begin): https://paracletepress.com/products/begin-with-a-question?_pos=1&_sid=8cc2169e8&_ss=r

 

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Begin-Question-Poems-Marjorie-Maddox/dp/1640605371/ref=sr_1_3?qid=1648594679&refinements=p_27%3AMarjorie+Maddox&s=books&sr=1-3

 

Bookshop.org: https://bookshop.org/books/begin-with-a-question-poems/9781640605374

 

My website: https://marjorie-maddox-2zr5.squarespace.com/begin-with-a-question-description?p?p=null&p=null

 

All other books, including 13 poetry collections, a short story collection, and 4 children’s and YA books: www.marjoriemaddox.com

 

 

Where can we find you?

 

At my website you also will find my bio, book reviews, upcoming and recent events, and information about scheduling author visits, both virtually and in-person.

 

Thanks so much, Nicole, for this opportunity to chat about these two new collections: Begin with a Question and Heart Speaks, Is Spoken For, my ekphrastic collaboration with photographer Karen Elias!

 

Tuesday, March 29, 2022

Interview with Alyssa Hankey

 I recently had the pleasure of meeting Alyssa. Very nice and down to earth. I met her while she was recording her upcoming album. I was then inspired to listen to her music on Spotify. What a talent! 

Photo credit by:
Jon Blanchard/
Sparks Ignite Photography 
1) Where do you think your passion for the arts stems from?

I grew up in a rural area and I have always been a quiet, introverted person. For me, that arts have
always been a way for me to express myself and communicate in away that I felt comfortable. It gives me a voice and a purpose. 

2) Can you tell us about Pittsburgh Plays?

It was an amazing experience. I attended Pittsburgh Plays Tom Petty back in 2018 and I was blown away. I have been a huge Fleetwood Mac fan since high school and Stevie Nicks has been my biggest influence as far as vocals go. So, when I saw they were doing Fleetwood Mac and that they were accepting applications I knew I needed to sign up. I got to work with so many talented Pittsburgh musicians and we all jived well together. It took me out of my comfort zone, which is something I always like to do.  I am so proud of what we accomplished and that we sold out two nights at the Thunderbird. I have to pinch myself sometimes. It was the biggest crowd I had ever played for and I so fortunate to have been a part of it. 

3) Do you have any new music coming out?

Yes! I will be dropping a new 8 song LP in late March called Northerner. I am so excited for people to hear it. I have a great band backing me up and I feel like I have matured a lot as a songwriter on this record. I don’t want to give much away, but it’s authentic and the most meaningful record that I made so far. It is a record that will feature a full band and stay true to me as a singer-songwriter. 

4) If you could pick one artist (alive or dead) who would it be? Why?

I would have to say Bruce Springsteen. His lyrics are what drew me in first. I feel like he sings about people that don’t have a voice and places that people kind of write off.  I heard ‘The River’ for the first time in college and never heard an artist of that caliber sing about a town like Johnstown. It made me rethink how I wrote songs. I saw him with the E Street Band live a couple times and was blown away. I feel like his live shows are unmatched and I love the relationship of the whole band. 

5) Tell us about your live setup for solo shows?

My set up is simple. I usually plug my guitar into my PA system and sing through a mic. I also feature harmonica on a lot of my songs. I also have an old suitcase that serves as a tip jar and where I leave merch that people can buy. It’s a portable set up that has served me well over the past few years.

6) Where can our readers find your music?

You can find all my music on iTunes, Spotify, YouTube, Google Play, etc. Folks can also follow me on Instagram at @alyssahankey and on Facebook at Alyssa Hankey Music. You can check out my website alyssahankey.com. 

7) What is it like to travel the open road for shows?

It is very freeing and rewarding. I am able to share my music with so many different people and see new places. I got a van now, which makes things a lot easier than I had it before. Over the years, I have learned what venues are better for me than others and areas that are geared more to my sound. At times it is exhausting, but I always feel like I put in a good day’s work doing what I love. I always encourage people to take that trip they always dream of taking.  


Natalie Belin is the author of The Many Colors of Natalie, a book of poetry.  She holds an associates degree in Specialized Technology Le Cordon Bleu Pastry Arts and in her spare time is an artist and percussionist.

Candle And Dust (In The Wind)

We the people

Are all celebrated in song.

No exceptions,

No Matter the note,

No matter the beat.


 Idols and regular Joes

Have a voice

That harmonizes in song.

It may never be heard,

It may never be seen,

But every time the wind kicks up

And dust settles in the cooling wax

The symbol of humanity appears.


 We just have to believe

By singing in our head and heart

To know that we may all sing

In different tones

But we all harmonize in humanity.


Dale Deadmond is 53. He was born in In Twin Fall Id and currently resides in Modesto CA. He wrote lyrics for his band "Hot Ice " in my teen years. Dale started getting into writing poems in  2006. His favorite poet is Edgar Allen Poe and favorite novelist is Jonathan Kellerman. Dale has numerous novels and poetry books available on Amazon.

Saturday, January 1, 2022

Winter Issue - Letter from Editor - 2022

 Hello everyone and Happy New Year... 


We have a small issue this quarter, but nonetheless good.  

Don't forget to send me your submissions... 

Thank you

Nicole

Musings for Moms -

 You know what, a lot of things have been bothering me lately.... like a lot and I am tired...

I hope this year brings change - good change... 

Like people returning to work and businesses thriving again.  I feel bad for people that are working in customer service these days - they are doing the jobs of multiple people.  We recently went to eat at Red Robin and our waitress was all over the place taking care of everyone because they were short staffed.  Half of the dining area was closed off because of it.  People want to make big dollars or become internet sensations while putting in little effort - and I get it - but businesses cannot function without employees and customers... employees won't get paid without customers... it's a vicious cycle...

I don't know how to fix it all but it definitely needs to be fixed... 

A Piano for Christmas

 

 

“It’s almost Christmas Eve,” Richard’s wife complained. 

“I know, Marion,” Richard replied. He hadn’t expected to get a call for his delivery business so late on the afternoon before Christmas. “But this man really needs a piano delivered to a small town, way out in the country. He’s offering triple my usual rate. We sure could use the money. Besides it’s a surprise Christmas gift for a little girl.”

“Well, hurry home, so we can enjoy the evening,” Marion said with a sigh.

“No problem,” he replied.

Richard parked his aged one-ton pick-up in front of the address the man had given on the phone. A woman answered the door. She was at least a head taller than him, and with muscles to rival a sumo wrestler.

“My husband and I will give you a hand,” she said. The man who joined her could have been the Incredible Hulk’s brother. 

“You can back your truck up on the sidewalk to the door,” The Hulk said.

Richard looked around the front yard at the deep snow, searching for any sign of a sidewalk.

“Yeah, the sidewalk’s under there,” The Hulk chuckled. “Got buried in the snowstorm last night. No problem, I’ll guide you.”

Truck in place, the Hulk led Richard to the lower floor of the bi-level. There sat a scratched and bruised upright piano. The three of them wrestled it up five steps to a landing at the front door. 

“Time for a break,” Mrs. Hulk insisted. She rustled up some coffee and cookies. Richard sat in front of the piano on an offered chair. He lifted the keyboard cover. One look and he yielded to the seduction of the white and black ivories. His nimble fingers produced a few bars from Rachmaninoff, a favorite he played at home on his big black grand piano, surprised the aging piano was in tune.

“Wow!” The Hulks said as one. “What was that?”

“A bit of Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2,” Richard replied. 

Both Hulks were still gushing compliments as they helped him wheel the heavy old beast up two sturdy metal ramps onto the flatbed.

“You got ropes?” The Hulk asked.

“Tie downs,” Richard replied.

“I’ll help,” The Hulk said.

“Thanks,” Richard replied, hoping The Hulk wouldn’t. He much preferred to secure by himself the items he hauled.

Richard draped two ‘moving blankets’ over the piano, thinking them redundant considering the scrapes and scars on the aged woodwork. He secured the blankets with bungee cords, and then tossed the ends of four sturdy tie-downs over to The Hulk. Two of the three-inch straps went around the front of the piano, securing it to a heavy steel grid behind the cab, welded to the flatbed’s frame. The two other straps were crisscrossed to help prevent slippage.

“You sure you know where to go?” The Hulk asked.

“It’s been a while since I’ve been there,” Richard replied. “I can get someone to show me to the house.”

“Okay,” The Hulk said. “My niece Maria lives there. She’s nine. The piano’s for her. It’s a Christmas gift … a surprise. Speaking of surprises, my brother George called this morning and said the storm left the roads out there quite tricky.”

“Thanks for the heads up,” Richard said. “I’m going to pick up my helper, Bruce, then be on my way. You’ve arranged for a couple of guys at the other end to help unload, right?”

“Yeah,” replied The Hulk. “George and his friend Tom are expecting you.”

“Good.”

Soon after reaching the forested hills leading to the town, Richard encountered heavily falling snow. He could see the road was getting worse. It soon becoming a narrow trail, icy and crisscrossed with snowdrifts. The road followed a winding river, visible down a steep bank fifty feet below.

“Let’s take our time,” Bruce said, clearly regretting having agreed to help.

Richard found it challenging to judge which of the snowdrifts he could drive through and which he needed to drive slowly around, lest a hard packed one force the truck over the side. He erred on the side of caution.

“Look out!” Bruce shouted. A deer had jumped out in front of them. Richard instinctively swerved the truck to avoid it.

Oh, oh, he thought, as he felt the dual rear tires on the driver’s side skid to the left and then over the side of the road.

“Damn,” he muttered. “Double damn!”

The truck wouldn’t move. The left rear wheels spun aimlessly. The truck had become high centered on the edge of the road.

Ironically, he felt a perverse sense of relief for a second, knowing the truck was unlikely to slide into the river below, but also painfully aware they were stuck. He needed a tow truck.

“Damn,” Richard muttered again as he got on his cellphone. Just then four sharp snapping sounds interrupted his call. Then he heard a loud scraping noise. The truck shook and rattled wildly.

Oh no! he thought. Damn … damn … damn!

Richard caught a fleeting glimpse of the piano through the side mirror as it flipped over onto its back and then disappeared off the back of the truck. He watched helplessly as the piano skidded through the snow down the steep slope, flattening small trees and shrubs as it went.

With visions of the piano floating down the river, Richard ran stumbling down the slope in pursuit of the renegade musical instrument. Bruce followed, cursing all the way.

They learned later that about that time, half a mile away, The Hulk’s brother George was snowmobiling with his cousin Tom, both of them Richard’s designated helpers at the piano’s planned destination. The two had stopped for a rest when they heard music.

“Is that your cellphone?” Tom had asked.

“Naw,” George replied. “I turned it off. Yours?”

“Can’t be,” Tom replied. “Left mine at home.”

The two told Richard later they had listened in surprise and then had set off down the road looking for the source of the attractive sounds. The road curved around a hillside. Halfway around they saw Richard’s truck, left rear wheels hanging over the edge. The men walked to the truck, looked over the side of the road and down the slope.

There was Bruce leaning against a tree just above the bank of the rushing river, drinking from a thermos. He admitted later it wasn’t coffee he was gulping convulsively.

Then they spotted Richard. He was sitting on a bench in front of an upright piano tilted awkwardly to one side, partly hidden by a damaged bush and propped up precariously by a sturdy poplar tree. He was playing more Rachmaninoff. 

“Hey, what else is there to do until the tow truck gets here?” Richard shouted up to answer their unasked question.

“Sure does sound good!” George called down.

George and Tom hopped up onto the flatbed and dangled their feet over the edge to the sound of the music, seeming to enjoy every bit of Rachmaninoff’s Concerto No. 2.

Later, when Richard phoned The Hulk about what had happened, the big man surprised him. Richard offered to pay for a replacement out of his business insurance, but The Hulk refused. He asked Richard to meet him at the music store. There he handed Richard a gift-wrapped package containing an electronic keyboard and sound system to be delivered to Marie. 

Marie got the piano she wanted for Christmas, after all. Turns out what she received was exactly what she really wanted so she could take it with her to ‘jamb’ with her friends at their various homes. 

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A Piano for Christmas first appeared in Writers and Readers’ Magazine, London, UK, December 2020.

 

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James Osborne is the author of five books including the Amazon #1 bestseller, THE ULTIMATE THREAT, a thriller about the imminent threats from ISIS and al Qaeda. His short stories have been published in dozens of anthologies, magazines, and literary and professional journals, as well as in a collection, ENCOUNTERS WITH LIFE—Tales of Living, Loving & Laughter.

Osborne’s varied career includes investigative journalist, college teacher, army officer, vice president of a Fortune 500 company, business owner, and writer/editor.

 

Features; for Helen Hengxiang Liao


Not coincidentally, I have met many a person
With a strong appearance of a lower species
For instance, one school mate of mine carries 
The features of a rabbit, another close relative
Those of a horse, a colleague of a familiar dog
An acquaintance of a hedgehog, a fifth of a 
Snake, a sixth of a pig, a rooster, a rat, a water

Buffalo, a donkey, a goat or chimpanzee & 

Each seems fated to fall within or without some

Chinese zodiac year

  While my wife often

Looks like a nasty cat, she says my face oftener

shows all the hideousness of a demon, as if to re-

Mind her like every other fellow human, I was 

Born in an extra year of Satan though we were

All created equal in His image 

 


Yuan Changming hails with Allen Yuan from poetrypacific.blogspot.ca. Credits include Pushcart nominations besides appearances in Best of the Best Canadian Poetry (2008-17) & BestNewPoemsOnline, among others. Recently, Yuan published his eleventh chapbook Limerence, and served on the jury for Canada's 44th National Magazine Awards (poetry category).

Susan H Trought


 


I love words and inevitably became an English teacher, standing on my desk to act out the storm from A Winter’s Tale while the pupils were the swaying waves, encouraging young minds to let go and feel so they can write poetry.I’m definitely nosy and my favourite question is, ‘Why?’ So I have a very wide, eclectic and generally useless hoard of general knowledge, but I’m a champion at pub quizzes.

In the 80’s I had a book published by Luttterworth Press - Oak House -  but this burgeoning career as an author was cut short when this small publishing house was swallowed up by Cambridge University Press and all the ‘unknown’ authors were jettisoned.

Still I wrote - short stories, full length novels and poetry; filled notebooks and scribbled ideas on the back of scruffy envelopes… It was, and still is, a disease and in my case definitely terminal!

I have no idea where my characters and ideas come from. They walk into my mind almost fully formed. I put them into a situation and off they go. I’m merely the observer who chronicles their story.

Fast forward to 2020 and lockdown. Isolation and widowhood combined to make me reassess my life somewhat so I took up my pen again. Yes, I still scribble in longhand. I was very fortunate to have nine ( nine!) poems accepted by The Book Whisperers for a new anthology called ‘Stir Crazy’. I was overwhelmed. I never thought I would have anything published again and certainly not poetry. This triggered a frenzy of writing and I was extremely lucky to have two manuscripts accepted by Scaramouche Press. The first, Winnie of the Dell, came out at the beginning of September and the next is due out next Spring. Winnie of the Dell is a whimsical modern fairytale about a young herbalist called Jarney Sixpence struggling to be accepted after her grandmother dies. On her journey she discovers a mysterious past with the help of the ethereal spirit Winnie of the Dell. The herbal recipes in the book are real. Meet Pinny Rand, Dorrie Dunn, Tam Willows, Rem Smith and many other quirky characters along the way. There is a touch of romance, too, It would make a wonderful pantomime! But really I am waiting for the call from Disney...or Pixar...or Dreamworks... So, you see, you’re never too old to dream!.