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Revised edition of “First Chapbook – Proof” now available

street scene with large tree and bright sun for a revised edition

ethereal Elgin for a revised edition

Why a revised edition?

Each of us moves in our our own way and in our own direction through this life due to personal experience and current situation. This can create confusion and conflict when people we’re close to move differently from the way we do.

When I first wrote the poem You Think You Know Me I followed my muse through a specific door, in a specific way, on a specific vector. Some months ago I realized that the door had been swinging in the wrong direction when I went through it so I’ve made a new poem by turning around and going through the door the other way. This new poem is a replacement for the old and reflects a clearer and deeper understanding of myself and of the world around me. My sincere apologies to those of you who may have been dismayed or offended by my first attempt to translate that particular musing onto paper.

For your enjoyment, here is the new poem and a revised edition of my First Chapbook – Proof with the new poem in place of the old.

You Think You Know Her

You think you know her,
angry young man
who shifts his weight
leans just a bit,
and bumps her shoulder
to knock her off balance
in passing
on a suburban city sidewalk.
(just some old white hetero bitch)

what you don’t know is
when the girl from the only Jehovah’s Witness family
in her neighbourhood stood alone
every day in the school yard,
she was the one who went over and made friends

what you don’t know is
a closeted queer guy was her best friend,
and in high school they were seen as a couple
so she never, not once, got asked on a date
‘cause she was not gonna be the one to out him to anyone

what you don’t know is
of all the variety of guys who were her friends
and who she dated over the years,
an immigrant from a different culture and language
was her first love and her first lover

what you don’t know is
when same-sex “couples” prom tickets
were debated and voted down by the student council
she was the one who called out her friends
and walked out of the meeting

what you don’t know is
when the first black department manager
was hired to help run her family business
working with him on the leadership team
came as naturally to her as breathing

Your anger may be righteous, young man,
but what you don’t know is
if you open your fist, she will shake your hand.

Val des Monts March 2017

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Emerson on Friends

The following passage struck a chord last week. Just in time for this day devoted to gratitude.

“I awoke this morning with devout thanksgiving for my friends, the old and the new. … I chide society, I embrace solitude, and yet I am not so ungrateful as not to see the wise, the lovely, and the noble-minded, as from time to time they pass my gate. Who hears me, who understands me, becomes mine, – a possession for all time. Nor is nature so poor, but she gives me this joy several times, and thus we weave social threads of our own, a new web of relations; and, as many thoughts in succession substantiate themselves, we shall by-and-by stand in a new world of our own creation, and no longer strangers… My friends have come to me unsought. … By oldest right, … the divine affinity of virtue … in me and in them … both deride and cancel the thick walls of individual character, relations, age, sex and circumstance, at which he usually connives, and now makes many one. High thanks I owe you, excellent lovers, who carry out the world for me to new and noble depths, and enlarge the meaning of all my thoughts.”

Friendship, Ralph Waldo Emerson

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