Category Archives: non fiction

Blast from the past

An old reading with Mark Doty at the Library of Congree, 24 February 2000, when i was still married and so very stupid, before Higginson Mattered  much to me as he really does, when I was still preteding that my marriag had more meaning than it really  did.  There is absolutel y no better man fo rme that Thomas Robert Higginson

Mark Doty reading at the Library of Congress with Thylias Moss  February 24, 2000

https://www.loc.gov/item/00579848/

Later revised to “Higginson Matters in Magnificent Culture of Myopia” because Thomas Robert Higginson Matters much More to me and always will.   

 

here’sHigginson Matters - The FiddleheadThis  poem as published in the Fiddlehead of Canada’

 

 “Higginson Matters in Magnifcent Cultture of  Myopia” being performed

 

 

 

This boyfriend and I happily divorced., and  now I have someone much, much better, someone I really Love, Thomas Robert Higginson Our “Usness” in Chicago (where I fell in Love with him)Thylias Moss (Dream Baby) and Bob Holman (Dream Lover

as seen here, the unbounding love: Me and my Thing always.  I Fell in Real Love with him in Chcago where anything is possible Thingdom and Usness

 

(and can he ever Kiss! I was so transformed I wrote a whole book about it: New Kiss Horizon)

 

NKH WITH BADGE

 

THINGDOM BY FAR

Also my son Ansted reading his poem, “Katydids Cross the Sky”  written when he was 8; he is now 26:

 

ansted with brussel sprouts copy

 

And I now have “Real Love”:

 

as in

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMX0eEWjJts

 

 

I am very thankful for this Remarkable Love.  I have been blessed every moment that he has been in my life.  I could not be more blessed than to have his love. Ever.  I probably had the best divorce Ever! Ever!

 

Until him, I  had no idea what Love really is and Can be.

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New Writing Projects

THINGDOM BY FAR

 

I am pleased to announce several new writing projects, all non-fiction.  At age 64, there are certain things I need to say, and not in a fictionalized manner, and that includes the sequel to the romance Novel, New Kiss Horizon which I am proud to say is also NON-fiction NKH WITH BADGE

 

  1. All I have is a working title, and  it is paramount that I tell the truth about myself; no one else can, and yes; I do indeed love my Thing, with all my heart! seen with me above.  

 

I have too many wonderful things to say to let it pass as fiction. Yeah, at age 64, I am in love at last.  You don’t know when its going to happen, but I knew from the very fort Kiss; well, no need to go into all that, but yeah, his Kiss is something very special 

 

 

all true, as lived.

 

2. I will also be writing  a book about my son.

A certified Mensa genius! Dont let anyone tell you the brown young men are not as highly intelligent  as anyone else.  My son scored in the top 2% of IQ, not an IQ test designed to bypass the cultural bias in the “standard” test,  but on the Standard test.  The world need to know about more Brown and Black women and men who are or can be achievers.  They exist.  One should not be ashamed of doing well! 

 

ansted with brussel sprouts copy

 

I can’t wait to write this as only I know the entire story, and I want to tell it while it is possible.

 

3. A new collection of  poetry. I already have selected a title with help from my Thing.  I find him so inspiring and in just writing series of texts to my Literary Executor, I discovered the titles in what I was saying to him, implying that had I sent him no texts, I would not have have this need, this urgency to make stuff, this time out of words.

 

May your journeys through life be as rewarding.

Podcast Transcriptions for Thomas Robert

Since Thomas Robert and I are no longer speaking (I hope this isn’t permanent) and I am not sure whether or not he has my transcriptions of his podcasts, so I thought I would place them here, so at least access is possible.

Given that these transcription are of time spent in Alaska, I thought that my picture should be a bit more wintry, although it is well into June 2017, also indicative of the coldness between Thomas Robert and I right now,  I sure hope that it isn’t lasting;  I’ve known him so very long.  Well, these transcriptions were a gift and I give them again.

It was a pleasure to transcribe them, and here is one offering of a transcription of Episode one.

Well, it’s my last night in New York

I had a poem I wrote a while ago, “Last Nights”

–last nights are very important to me, because I’ve had a lot of them.

I love last nights because you always have, “well, that happened last night” but when it happens on your last night, then you know that you’re ready

for whatever comes next, the molecules lining up

in preparation for departure.

I can’t believe all of this is not even off the beaten path; it’s

off the highway here in Juneau.

That’s the sound of the waterfall coming down

–just one hole through the ice sheet

through the glacier; glaciers move back

and it turns into a waterfall

The green is the definition of green

which of course is a multihued “green”,

the “moss” popping, the leaves looking primordial

and the fir trees getting dark, dark, dark

and the sun filtering through with gold.

Everybody’s a bear.

Counting eagles from the front porch:

1. one just flew over, and then slowly

straight into the clouds

across the bay

2. two surprised me:  At a diagonal so close

I could hear the wind in the wings

3. three sailed so high up in a spiral,

I didn’t know it disappeared…


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It was a pleasure to try to transcribe them as they are all poetry, at least to me.  I did not transcribe all of them, but I did my best from close listening at the time, so these are for you Thomas Robert, the best I could do at the time that I transcribed them.

I had more difficulty with episode two and there are two versions; here is one of them:

I saw the bear a half hour after I landed in Juneau.

The crow has welcomed me, and three eagles;

pretty much the clans have given me the omen of omens.:

You really feel who owns the place

–and it sure ain’t me.

Gray.

Pick a gray that pours into Auke Bay

like a glacier, and what is true

for a cloud in Juneau is to be born rain

in a gray garment handed down from seals,

that gray, that other gray, that gray over there.

Mountain continues ocean

Language continues continues

Story continues language

Mother continues child

Child continues memory

Memory continues whale

Whale continues sea

Boat continues life

Twitter continues Twitter

Waves continue ice

Milk continues poem

Laughter continues dance

Mountain continues ocean

continues contains continues

rain continues continues continues

continues language

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(I believe this to be the other version, sorry if they’re identical; every time, I tried to open Microsoft Word, I couldn’t, and these are transcriptions I found in other places and copied them into Apple’s Pages word processor which has never given me a problem):

I saw the bear a half hour after I landed in Juneau.

The crow has welcomed me, and three eagles;

pretty much the clans have given me the omen of omens.

You really feel who owns the place

–and it sure ain’t me.

Gray.

Pick a gray that pours into Auke Bay

like a glacier, and what is true

for a cloud in Juneau is to be born rain

in a gray garment handed down from seals,

that gray, that other gray, that gray over there.

[some of the prose interlude]:

I’m looking out over Auke Bay in juneau; it’s not “awe”, but “auke” the “ka”

is a diminutive, so it’s little “ah” –just a little “awe” [ah] in the air

along with all the grays that are there.

–a lot of these clouds aren’t clouds;

they’re the moisture

off the mountains;

I know they’re there; I’ve seen them when the sun decides

to set fire to the sky.

A sea lion crossing:

In Kotzebue, you’re never too far from the tundra

In Kotzebue, you’re never too far from the sea.

The sun and moon dancing with the Northern Lights

–that’s about it here in Kotzebue.

Over the Arctic Circle, 60 miles from Russia

–unbelievable!– what they call the “Beringia Region”

–where the continents of Asia and North America

connected, where the Wooly Mammoth crossed,

and it still fels like wooly mammoth territory…

I read about how today was the last day of summer

in New York; it’s 70 degrees, but here,

it’s right at freezing, and you gotta bundle up!

Mountain continues ocean

Language continues continues continues

Story continues language

Mother continues child

Child continues memory

Memory continues whale

Whale continues sea

Boat continues life

Twitter continues Twitter

Waves continue ice

Milk continues poem

Laughter continues dance

Mountain continues ocean

continues contains continues

rain continues continues continues

continues language


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-“and it sure ain’t me” anymore, but it used to be me, Thomas Robert; it used to be me.  

A few more images of winter, not in Alaska, but right in Michigan:

This used to be my own back yard; I like to think of the world as my own back yard.  I am connected to so much, and all of it moves through me, all of it “continues” to use Thomas Robert’s language.  

Who can say what will be the lucky entity to continue something?  I will continue being myself; I have little choice in that anyway.  

I am not a bear per se, but I did write something about a bear that I will transcribe as soon as I can.  You see, Thomas Robert said,  at least that’s the way that I transcribed it.  As Thomas Robert said in episode one, “Everybody’s a bear”… 

Indeed, long before I knew Thomas Robert at all, I knew that everyone is a bear, and called my father “Teddy” out of that knowledge,

and not that you need confirmtion of your statement from me, Thomas Robert, but you  have it anyway.

Let there be peace for the universe, for the world, and also between us, that “US”-ness you named and used to speak about, that very “US”-ness I will always love,

Even that “US”-ness of humanity; I give that back to you, my friend.  Always.

nonfiction book about my father completed!

Just wanted to announce that I have completed a non-fiction memoir, “Resurrection”  of sorts, a 210-page  book about my most unusual father, who died in 1980.

 

I also informed some publishers who recently expressed interest in my work of the existence of it.  Once accepted, this will be book #15.  Imagine that!