Notes found on the refrigerator April & May 2018

26 May

       It happened one day, when I discover humility: from the beginning, to its beginning, when I was unable to peel an orange, bake bread— or, crack an egg… before I made my breakfast, drank my coffee and settled for cold cereal.

      I still get up for one more day’s length —from my inviting bed, and make  my many visits to my children and grandchildren; catching up with things I never heard, though has been repeated several times.  Any way, I usually, on my way out,  steal from large pottery bowls, an apple or an orange, sometimes cashews left on the counter tucked in-between in a smaller bowl.

     Waving a right handed good-bye and a thankful smile, I drive through Center Sandwich village, before sunset and well before the June’s moon  will rise.

     I get home, make a late supper, take in another amazing day; then I go to bed smiling with my beads in grateful prayer.

Presence is not known

Until it reveals itself

In true existence



The greatest movie in the evening, I go and watch, when I become bored with myself and have no desire to make a meal or take a walk or even to pop popcorn and turn on the TV —I look out my window.

      I watch the leaves dancing on branches making songs from the wind; so I rise and go outside and join in on the chorus as a movie extra, in the production of the “H.M.S. Pinafore”.

Mystics from the past

carry you through the seasons

—you met once before.



On Monday morning, he opened his door, ole slim Lewis just raised his price, at the corner store. Raisin’ the price of flour from 5 cents to 15 cents a pound, no less no more.

I can still hear mama sayin’, “I’d just as soon pick a handful of dandelions and trade them evenly for a pound of pork rinds than give him —the extra dime”.

Eatin’ potatoes,

without honey glazed biscuits,

               fried in pork fat rinds.



He feels the strength of  her independence,

when she stepped forward —naked with strangers in a local stream;

far from her parents and her lover sitting, with tee-shirt

and dry swimming trunks, life guard symbol on his seam. He is wondering

whether to sit, or, to hold up her abandoned towel —to stand

up, to greet her, with a smile and without giving her any shit, holding out

both his hands.

Yo’ Bro’ wass’ happinin’?

Looks like love has seen a ghost,

Groovin’ and strollin’. 😊

  • Finally:

Memorial Day 2018

The threat of death whether on the street, or, worse yet,

being an actor in the theater of war. Death, is ever-present

in all of them; from desk, teaching, jungle, or sand.

Whether killed, captured, or not;

is this fear, whether dismissed in discipline, forgot.

It is because of them, under constant threat,

you can sleep tight, and won’t let the bed bugs bite.


R.I.P …mon père, mes oncles pendant la deuxième guerre mondiale et mon frère cadet, le Vietnam.

Je vous remercie.



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16 responses to “Notes found on the refrigerator April & May 2018

  1. Rosemary Nissen-Wade

    May 29, 2018 at 8:25 pm

    Thought-provoking in different ways.

    Liked by 1 person


    May 28, 2018 at 2:27 pm

    From esoteric zen to humor and dinner. Memorial Day. You got it all!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. annell4

    May 28, 2018 at 8:58 am

    I enjoyed reading the Notes on the Refrigerator.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. thotpurge

    May 28, 2018 at 5:34 am

    Especially this one:
    Mystics from the past
    carry you through the seasons
    —you met once before.

    So much to think about here!

    Liked by 1 person

  5. gillena

    May 28, 2018 at 1:41 am

    Luv the gratefullness of humility

    Thanks for dropping by my Sunday Standard this week

    Much love…

    Liked by 1 person

  6. Magaly Guerrero

    May 27, 2018 at 10:44 pm

    I really like “Entertainment”, the sound and movements of the leaves…

    Liked by 1 person

  7. dsnake1

    May 27, 2018 at 10:17 pm

    yo bro, absolute gems, all. i loved anything fried in pork grease but my doctor is threatening me.
    ah, yes, without them who gave their time and youth and perhaps their lives, we won’t be sleeping tight. thank you!

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  8. Myrna Rosa

    May 27, 2018 at 4:05 pm

    I love the first one. Visiting your kids and grandkids fills your life. So does writing, obviously. All of these are touching, a little sad but so nice to read. I like your message to your father and uncles.

    Liked by 1 person

  9. Donna@LivingFromHappiness

    May 27, 2018 at 1:52 pm

    Each one a treasure my friend…I especially loved the opening poem, and that amazing finish! To all who have fought for our freedom we owe our thanks.

    Liked by 1 person

  10. Vivian Zems

    May 27, 2018 at 1:21 pm

    Each poem has its own flavour….each brings something to the table. The tribute to fallen heroes still echoes.

    Liked by 1 person

  11. sanaarizvi

    May 27, 2018 at 12:39 pm

    These are my new favorite 💜 such emotion and deep reflection upon life. I am still thinking about “Mystics from the past carry you through the seasons—you met once before.” 💜

    Liked by 1 person

  12. Björn Rudberg (brudberg)

    May 27, 2018 at 12:23 pm

    I love the one about you mother… but they are all good.

    Liked by 1 person

  13. Sherry Marr

    May 27, 2018 at 12:04 pm

    These are all wonderful, my friend. I especially love the first one with its beads of gratitude. Sigh. Just lovely.

    Liked by 1 person

  14. Rall

    May 27, 2018 at 11:41 am

    I found your poems moving and a little sad. I like your mother. Her response was typically French…fantastic 🙂
    Also it is heartening to know the comfort you derive from your rosary and prayers. Dieu vous benisse mon ami !

    Liked by 1 person

  15. magicalmysticalteacher

    May 27, 2018 at 8:10 am

    What magical days you describe!

    Liked by 1 person

  16. Mary

    May 27, 2018 at 8:01 am

    These are all good, ZQ. I liked the one about looking out the window and watching the leaves dancing rather than sitting and watching television. The last one is chilling. Indeed, death seems so close…as we are close to a constant threat, approaching ever closer.

    Liked by 1 person


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