Fire has no reason, it’s a morning loop
like a fine old hand held
needed touch, gently holding
a butterfly stitch
can’t help to be rich
space removed, a window cellar, broken room
a remnants and regrets
cherished
the brown bottle, tipped over, tears staining
cloth belts, a rolling vein, tobacco smelling shirts
held together
by my grandmother’s
butterfly stitch
her loving touch
custom made rain coats, spring dresses
hand made by worn factory hands
made in an hour
any color
just for the afternoon
she sewed, my sister & I watched, the needle crawling
a fast silver fish
boxed and preserved, those patterns
laid over by plastic, like a couch
rolled and tied, our sleeping body bags
meant to be saved for a rainy day
my grandfather drinking from his grandfather cup
over spilled coffee grains, scattered like ball-bearings
we eyed our glass marbles
as the game began
Boston Red Sox vs. N.Y. Yankees
that old T.V. furniture piece covered
with dollies, Lorna Doones, and pouched tobacco
our grandfather ate powdered scones
still telling horny polish jokes
taking after his father, the Italian stallion
tending to their Sicilian home
open bags of Cheetos, three girls ate
orange fingers
overtime sudden death forfeit
cigarette still lit, an arm chair ashtray
new white Cadillac in the driveway
consciously, picked up fork
the road, remarks behind, ended
in that dark garage
shaking, messing around, shaking
foraging boxes, bags of Hershey kisses and old canvasses
pulling our hair, remaking a face
hearing our grandmother singing
wooden old dart board delivers
across the blue sky-top of the page
a straight line to Christmas, a blue crayon pathway
a broken red glass ball to be hung
a kept fake tree
en-caused, Jasper Johns-poster flag
all American
remembered again and again
hung on the wall, memories, played over
a plastic bow and arrow
aimed for that single red dot
like Christ, over doorways
catholic American dream
my grandmother sat, holding her cross
with my hand, explaining god, to her best
patting her arm hair down
when her goose bumps raised
asking if we wanted another
cook-kee
telling me about periods on Sundays
crosses everywhere
doorways
they were revolutionary’s
in every way, us
Polish-Italian-Chickasaw-Swedish-Blackfoot
mix-down
my mother sewed herself a P.H.D.
my father, an atheist doctor
humanist, writer of plays and pain
my uncle, the gourmet cook, London Aids
my aunt, cookie maker, heads the mental illness foundation
my cousin’s, two writers, a painter, a pianist, a sculptor
my sister the socialist social worker
hand me downs
all of us volunteers of my grandmother’s butterfly stitch
a morning loop, needing touch, gently held pens
all of us write something down
our memories can’t help
but to be rich
hi Heather~ this is really beautiful- and i really like the new look!
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Thanks! Please bear with me, it’s going to take some time… to get caught up. I have this book on kalidoscopes-it reminded me of your work-the idea being “art” has the innate ability to grow once a foundation is started… sort of like a word-poem-concrete theme– that the idea has the shape of it’s meaning.
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nice to see you-keep in touch!
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Well here I am. Does this mean I am a stalker? 😛
BTW, did you and Ronnie ever get any further with “Bigfoot”?
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Thanks for the stalking-this is going to take some time–lost all the info on my other site-thus Bigfoot-which, we were just getting to,so could you send it again? Also can we play around with it or do you want a closer rendition? I also wanted to reply and post the link to Kropotkin-do you still have the link? I love ideas-I did a paper on picasso and kropotkin in grad school–I wanted to include -good and evil- but in my first year I think my teachers thought I was a little off center–they gave up and let me loose, thank god-and being designed by the Da-sein water (90 something percent) non-existent water but a company of thoughtfulness, my levels of equalibrium are yellow accordingly. So my leveler says. kooky.
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Re. Bigfoot. I can certainly resend the existing melody and lyrics.Is the e-mail address on your Gravatar still good? As for “playing around” with it I would be happier before I heard the results before, understably, giving the thumbs up.
Re:Kroptkin. I am lost here. Tell me more. Was this an interaction you had with someone other than me???
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no, a magic bean grower maybe…..and did you get my meaning of “vulture”–meaning, you don’t leave a lot of stones un-turned and the re-cycling of idea’s is very interesting to see in action!
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Heather, I found you here. I tried to listen to “Butterfly Stitch.” I thought that would be fun, but couldn’t get the file to work. What am I doing wrong? Thanks, Tom
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it’s been changed to new url so it should work-I will recheck it! thanks!
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Thanks: Butterfly Stitch is on Tumbler–the video–it actually is not finished, I’m in the process of trying to transfer the poems all on to Tumblr.The spoken word/video; was it not working on tumblr or on word-press? I’m glad to have to feedback because everyone has different browsers and computers, and so we are trying to allow our pages to be accessible without bogging them down with to much HTML/processing. your feed-back was helpful. thanks.–Heather
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The blog looks great. Some good talent here!
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thanks! https://tigergroves.wordpress.com/
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Thanks-it’s slowly coming along…
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Lots of memories in this poem.
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their true, loved your article on seizures!
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Thank you for sharing this magical piece. I enjoyed listening to the audio of the spoken word
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Beautifully done … you have a great way with imagery and the words just flow through the mind … I also like the look here, great job, Heather! Also the addition of the audio version …
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Hi Heather, found you, but can’t find a “follow” or subscribe by email button yet. I’ll be back
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this piece is beautiful as always and the new look awesome…
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Liked ‘Butterfly Stitch’, the laconic rambling pace and associative image techniques, Heather. And thanks for subscribing to memengineering. Peter
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Just wanted to compliment you on this nice post. I’ve already published a link on my Digg Account because I really like your way of writing. Peace Out!
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thank you!
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Woah! I’m really enjoying the template/theme of this blog. It’s simple, yet effective. A lot of times it’s tough to get that “perfect balance” between usability and appearance. I must say that you’ve done a fantastic job with this. Also, the blog loads very quick for me on Opera. Superb Blog!
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Hey! Would you mind if I share your blog with my twitter group? There’s a lot of people that I think would really enjoy your content. Please let me know. Thank you
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I am curious why? As long as you guarantee my copyright-I don’t see a problem.
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“My concept of a free society is a society where it is safe to be unpopular.” Adlai Stevenson Jr. — Tony Robbins (@tonyrobbins)
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great thought!
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