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Friends Are the Family You Choose

Day 6 of Steven Fox Writing’s Alphabet Challenge ~ The letter “F”. I dedicate this poem to the people that know how crazy I am and still choose to be seen with me in public.

I tell them my secrets
With nary a thought.
Every word spilled
Locked in their vault.

The times I gave up,
Laid down and cowered,
They hoisted me up,
Left me empowered.

They are my champions.
They know the real me.
They forgive me my faults
And love unconditionally.

They are my family,
We come in all hues.
The best of friends are
The family you choose.

The above picture was as close as I could get to having my closest friends in one photo. It is missing Michael, Terry, Lee & Julie. Love you guys!

Electric Six

Image from Electric Six’s March 1st show at The Stache (inside The Intersection in Grand Rapids, MI). This is me after the show with Electric Six front man, Dick Valentine. My husband got me tickets as a birthday month, day 1 gift. I told Dick that I am turning 40. He said I don’t look a day over 29. I really like that guy.

Day 5 of Steven Fox’s Alphabet Challenge and I am loving how this challenge is forcing me to branch out. No longer does this blog seem to be nothing more than a series of creative writing assignments. There is life here now, reality in small doses. It is time to show the world who I am and what makes me tick. Today, I give you the “E” in me. The music of Electric Six ~ they are the soundtrack of my soul, the rhythm my heartbeat, and the voice behind some of life’s greatest memories.

Electric Six is a band that originated from my home state of Michigan. The band was highly successful, particularly in the UK, in 2003-2004. According to Wikipedia, their style has been described as a brand of rock music infused with elements of garage, disco, punk rock, new wave and metal. To be a little more succinct and to put into my own words; it’s rock music you can dance to, infused with fun and absurdity. To best appreciate an Electric Six show, you must take it in along side a group of your most entertaining friends.

I was denied the light of Electric Six in my life until July of 2009. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon when I was enlightened. It was a day of celebration, friends gathered together to feast and imbibe upon spirits. It was the day the music was resurrected. A great man they call Dan brought forth a gift. It was not the tangible sort you hold in your hands, but the kind that touches your soul. Joy erupted within my psyche as “Down at McDonnelzzz” off I Shall Exterminate Everything Around Me That Restricts Me From Being the Master penetrated my ear drums. Before that glorious day came to a close I would also fall in love with “Dance Commander”, “Danger! High Voltage”, “Improper Dancing”, and “Gay Bar” all off Fire.

Today Electric Six serenades me as I write. They are there when I dance. They encourage me to sing. Their live shows are an anticipated event for me and my closest friends. I have seen them live no fewer than 7 times now, usually at The Intersection (or The Stache inside The Intersection) right here in Grand Rapids. Pre-show the band mingles with their fans. Once my husband bought drinks for himself and guitarist, Johnny Na$hinal while they took in an opening act together.  Post-show band members walk among the crowd and happily shake hands, sign autographs and take pictures. It is an experience, one I never miss when they come to town.

Here are a few photos from the latest show I attended, as well as a link to my favorite music video, for your pleasure.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2a4gyJsY0mc ~ Electric Six chooses to neither confirm nor deny the presence of Jack White’s voice as backup on Danger! High Voltage. I think we all know…

And because this is still a creative writing blog, an epitaph poem inspired by Electric Six’s “Egyptian Cowboy” lyrics (did you catch how many “E”s I tied together there?):
Here lies an
Egyptian Cowboy.
That identity was
Merely a ploy.
He set out to kill
But was stabbed instead.
He had pretty hair
But now he is dead.

You can learn more about the band at their website http://electricsix.com/.

Dead Poets Society

Day 4 ~ Steven Fox Writing’s Alphabet Challenge. The letter “D”. There are a lot of topics that I could blog about. For one thing, dreams have been a huge part of my life. I have vivid and often terrifying dreams. I remember most of them in great detail, even those I had as a child. Dreams are quite a muse for me. Then there’s defendant. I do have to be in court again today. I will have to testify at a preliminary hearing about the home invasion we had last summer. These defendants have reeked havoc on our lives for months now. I’m sure my disdain for the culprits would fuel some pretty passionate, and probably negative, material. However, because I have to be in court today, I don’t have the time to do these topics justice.

Dead Poets Society is the best idea I’ve had anyway. It is, after all, the movie that inspired me to write in the first place. I was 15 years old when I saw this movie. I was also 15 years old when I published my first poem. Clearly this movie had an immediate and intense impact on me. I cannot believe that Dead Poets Society turns 25 this year. 25! Many quotes from this movie are timeless, inspirational and breathtaking. I’m sure you’ve all seen the Apple commercial that recites the first quote below. I choke up a little every time it takes over my TV. So here, enjoy bits of flawless writing taken from a life-changing movie:

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer. That you are here – that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be? ~John Keating

There’s a time for daring and there’s a time for caution, and a wise man understands which is called for. ~John Keating

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world. ~John Keating

I was the intellectual equivalent of a 98-pound weakling! I would go to the beach and people would kick copies of Byron in my face! ~John Keating

We’re not laying pipe! We’re talking about poetry. How can you describe poetry like American Bandstand? “I like Byron, I give him a 42 but I can’t dance to it!” ~John Keating

I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life. ~Henry David Thoreau

Sucking the marrow out of life doesn’t mean choking on the bone. ~John Keating

I always thought the idea of education was to learn to think for yourself. ~John Keating

They’re not that different from you, are they? Same haircuts. Full of hormones, just like you. Invincible, just like you feel. The world is their oyster. They believe they’re destined for great things, just like many of you, their eyes are full of hope, just like you. Did they wait until it was too late to make from their lives even one iota of what they were capable? Because, you see gentlemen, these boys are now fertilizing daffodils. But if you listen real close, you can hear them whisper their legacy to you. Go on, lean in. Listen, you hear it? – – Carpe – – hear it? – – Carpe, carpe diem, seize the day boys, make your lives extraordinary. ~John Keating

This is a battle, a war, and the casualties could be your hearts and souls. ~John Keating

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Thank you, O Captain, my Captain, for inspiring me to find my voice.

Brian

Day 2 of Steven Fox’s Alphabet Challenge brings us to “B”.

I actually had a pretty great post idea for today. It was to be poetry and a short story rolled into one entertaining piece of creative writing. My blog is, after all, dedicated to creative writing. Thirty-something posts into this project and I have never blogged anything truly personal here. That realization prompted an even better post idea. The letter “B” is far too important to me, my work, my life, not to take a break and appreciate the reason I am here…

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Meet Brian, my husband, my savior, my cheerleader, my support group, my proofreader, my everything. Brian is the most generous, trustworthy, compassionate, loving man I have ever known. Our marriage is the light that shines brightest in my life. So, love of my life, this post goes out to you…

Back. There’s another “B” word. In 2012 I suffered a pretty devastating back injury. For six weeks I couldn’t sit or walk, much less drive or cook. This was during the holidays. I couldn’t prepare Thanksgiving dinner. I couldn’t go Christmas shopping. During this same period of time, Brian was working on a rush contract, in addition to his regular full time work in the aerospace industry. Even so, every single day, he came home for lunch, he helped me shower, he made me food, and he drove me to my appointments (which lasted 2-3 hours each). No matter how late that meant he had to work into the evening, he was there, holding my hand, while I was strapped to a machine I believe was intended to draw and quarter me. When he finally did get to quit working for the day, there were holiday preparations to make, groceries to procure, and a house to clean. He did it all. He complained exactly never. Post-surgery my recovery would last six months. He never wavered. He never cracked.

Brandon. When I met Brian, I already had two kids from a previous marriage, Kylie & Steven, who were 4 and 6 at the time. Life wasn’t easy back then. Actually it was downright chaotic. He came in, he created stability, he loved my children as his own, and he earned the privilege of having them call him “Dad”. He’s a truly wonderful father. He helped me raise those rambunctious pre-schoolers and they became remarkable adults. I am so fortunate to get to continue watching his parenting at work with our son, another “B”, Brandon. That boy is an incredibly intelligent, sensitive, and funny kid. He takes after his father.

Blog. Without Brian, this blog would not exist. I wouldn’t be writing, I wouldn’t be blogging, I wouldn’t be toiling and submitting. I would be an overworked analyst and I would be hating every second of it. He has worked so hard to make it possible for me to dedicate myself to the pen. He gets up every morning and gets Brandon’s breakfast, scrapes ice and snow off the car, and drives carpool. He is out there every day providing for our family. He does this without sick days or snow days. I get to stay home, blog, work on my novel, write poetry… Brian even does the grocery shopping, if doing it myself would cause a break in the creative flow. He may not author this blog, but he certainly does everything else to make it possible.

Brian, I love you. I appreciate you. I recognize all that you do and the sacrifices you make. We truly are “The Awesomes”.

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Exposed

My soul is on display
All the world’s a critic,
Subject to their judgment
Vicious and sadistic.

Navigating within this dream
Vulnerable and naked,
Put before prying eyes
Only to be degraded.

Shackled by the fully veiled
The ridicule they impose,
If I could, I’d run away
And put back on my clothes.