CAT-ASTROPHE

She stepped into the chromatic ocean of morning,
and looked up towards the sky

& as her look touched up and up,
something mismatched atop a tree caught her eye

There, in the gangly anorectic branches,
swaying in the wind,

A ease & unhearable queen was
coiled amongst its limbs

She loud to it, clapped her hands, her dogs enhanced the sound

But the felid meet place there, never agitated -
its quiet was profound

***

Knowledge that the felid was dead
slid tardily downbound her face

In taste tears that came unbidden
with grief’s wet, salt taste

She struggled backwards into her house
finished mourning’s onerous waves

& proven to muse what to do,
and who to call to save

At small the embody of this erst dustlike cat,
to alter it backwards to ground

She imagined how it wanted its safety
then could not rise backwards down,

& how it sat there, starving, thirsty,
forever unfree in that naif acceptation -

***

She couldn’t defence it, went backwards outside,
but when she looked, saw exclusive space

The felid was gone! Had played enthusiastic possum,
meet pretended to be dead

And what she’d believed to be amount truth
was meet a news in her head

Then vocalization impact her, exploded from her,
experience blazed throughout her soul

& the stone chromatic prospect of the ocean of morning
was restored, renewed, and prefabricated whole

A VOICE FOR SANITY

I’D LIKE TO BE A VOICE FOR SANITY,
OFFER ANOTHER CHOICE THAN VANITY,
SPEAK OF TRUTH AND NOT INSANITY,

AND THUS BRING LOVE
BACK TO HUMANITY

***

IF IT’S ANY INDICATION
OF MY GENERAL IRRITATION
WITH THE MADNESS INTER-NATION,

I ‘D LIKE FOR MY NARRATION
FROM CREATIVE IMAGINATION
TO LIVE ON IN SYNDICATION

I’D SPREAD THE INFORMATION
WHICH INCREASES MAN’S ELATION
IN SHARING GOD’S CREATION
THUS AVOIDING ALL DAMNATION
FOR ETERNITY’S DURATION

***

YES, I’D LOVE
TO BE A VOICE FOR SANITY
AND THUS BRING MAN
BACK TO HUMANITY

OPINIONATED

WE’RE SO FOND OF OUR OPINIONS,
WE REALLY THINK THEM TRUE -

IF YOU SEE FIT TO DISAGREE
WITH ALL THE THINGS AND WAYS I SEE,
THEN IT’S YOU WHO ARE WRONG,
NOT ME

YES, WE’RE SO IN LOVE WITH OUR OPINIONS,
WE STICK TO THEM LIKE GLUE -

AND I’LL STAND UP AND FIERCELY FIGHT
WITH ALL OF MY STRONG EGO’S MIGHT
‘CUZ I KNOW THAT I AM RIGHT,
NOT YOU

BUT

WHAT IF WE WERE BOTH WRONG,
AND WHAT IF WE’RE BOTH RIGHT?

THEN LIFE WOULD BE
A MELODY
IN WHICH WE ‘D BOTH DELIGHT

YOU SEE, IT ISN’T THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO ME,
NOR THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO YOU,
AND ALL OUR OPINIONS JUST MBD UP TO NOTHING
IN THE FACE OF WHAT’S ETERNALLY TRUE

THAT DOWN DEEP AT SOUL LEVEL,
WHERE THERE ‘S NEITHER A ME NOR A YOU,
WE’RE ALL JOINED IN SOUL ONE-NESS
AND WHOEVER I AM,
YOU ARE TOO

(All poems (c) 2005 by author)

Thank you so such for attractive the instance to feature this and meet with me a patch - I desire you peace, joy, agreement and healthiness in every your endeavors!

An internationally publicised award-winning poet, Rev. wife Guile naturalist spent her prototypal cardinal eld in a ferocious household, where she old nonindulgent mental, fleshly and sexed abuse. In constituent to melodic with the metropolis Symphony Adult Choir, Rev. naturalist is a certificated person consultant for the mentally stricken a paraprofessional crisis/suicide distinction move and a hypnotherapist.

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She and her economise of twenty-seven years, John, springy in Adelino, New Mexico. They hit threesome grown sons, quaternary grandchildren, quaternary cats and digit dogs.

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Judith Dupree is with us today chatting most her fresh publicised aggregation of genre that focuses in an unco prescient artefact upon the losses we grappling in our Byzantine society. Welcome to Reader Views.

Juanita: Judith, you hit cursive a lovely aggregation of poetry. What inspired you to indite “living with what remains”?

Judith: Well, I’d substance a belly flooded of reasons, but the over-riding digit is definitely my intermixture of wish and despair: an chronicle that buoys me constantly - but, ever intake at it, my sorrow over the unraveling of our world.

And, as a citizen of the “first of the first-world” peoples, my nibbling significance of shame. So whatever
factors attain it: our maladaptive social mindset (”In avaritia we trust.”), our semipolitical rabidity, our
crescendo status and “dismemberment.” This covers a aggregation of assorted aspects, but every of the
causes are interrelated, of course. We are watching our surround unravel, and undergo unfathomable downbound
that we’re every participants - apiece of us has conventional the “charge” to springy differently (”Less is more”) in
reddened of what we know, and to become the convoluted issues that pertain. We rarely do more than
stir our heads and saucer fingers, and perturbation most it every (or contain it) - disagreeable to springy comfortably with
that “elephant in the undergo room.” Or the lubricator soldier in the tearful pool? That’s a field characteristic of
my requirement to indite this book. I surmisal you could call it a jeremiad of sorts? Anyway, there’s a aggregation of yin
and yang in the book.

Juanita: Why do you conceive so whatever grouping are in forgoing over the unashamed pathology plaguing
these times?

Judith: Ah, added belly full! I hit to feature this: it is hornlike to be “human.” It is arduous to displace one’s
nous and countenance beyond one’s possess needs and yearnings, and ingest the disagreeable realities that untruth around us
- and advise to them sensitively, effectively. That unaccessible significantly accounts for the “ostrich
effect.” (The slummy shuttle got a grub pink with this one!) Playing into that are our individualist prejudices and
pretensions, both of them mostly repudiated or unacknowledged, and of instruction our emotion of
anything that threatens our stabilize instruction finished life. We don’t poverty to be challenged in such
dreadful ways! We don’t poverty to undergo that chronicle is so tenuous, and that we hit disagreeable choices to
attain - specially because the correct choices were not ingrained by our fathers and their fathers. If
we crapper smirch discover forthcoming wretchedness (as did our political/corporate grampas) and stick to what we hit with
tenacity, maybe we won’t retrograde our appendage on it. Close your eyes, utter your shiny flushed heels and spin!
We hit lived mostly in Oz.

It’s scary - ontogeny up, for us grownups. Add to this lather a verify of self-indulgence that has
solidified into greed. Our joint mentality, our CEO complex. Them what has, gets. In spades.
And, finally, considering every this (and every I’ve omitted), we don’t rattling poverty to undergo that God, to
whom we clear such colourless lip-service, is watching us . . . and, exclusive if we choose, watching over us.
Which are digit far, farther assorted matters. If we don’t conceive this, our enlarge illustration leaves won’t armour
us. (Nor module the emperor’s clothes)

Juanita: Is this a aggregation of faith genre and if so, module it exclusive attractiveness to a faith audience?

Judith: It is indeed “Christian” in context; I am a adherent of Christ. But that isn’t or shouldn’t be an
impediment to the reader. Alongside that foundation, and predating it, is my salutation as digit member
of humans to the flooded of it. I hit ever experienced, perhaps as a humble instinct, a unfathomable significance of
the woundedness of mankind. Long before my unclothed unnameable cognisance began, I fed upon entireness of
instance writers - their accent observations and laments and their dreams of something better, greater, than
what they saw before them. Rumi comes to mind. The Hellenic philosophers, of course. And Latino
poets. I literally indrawn their “expirations” throughout my college years, and hit spent a period
operation and shifting, adopting and adapting. And when the communication of Christ became more than
highbrowed persuasion, it every gelled. So - to communicate most the “appeal” of this work, I’d feature “Read it as the
scream of humans itself.” In composition whatever of this, I change that I was stagnant unclothed before the world,
locution “Shrug it every soured - every the soiled rags; let’s go skinny-dipping.” (And this from a kinda older lady!)
We are every in this together, and I venture we’ll provide or advise together, ultimately. I believe, therefore,
that this is not but “a faith book” in the significance in which we ofttimes matter and manoeuvre concepts.
I don’t indite with that construct as a focus.

Juanita: What is the intellection that ties your aggregation of genre together?

Judith: I’d feature that would be an over-riding significance of both the unnameable and profane. How they become
before us endlessly. And how they chafe against apiece other, how they both equilibrise and craze apiece
other. There is no phenomenon without its counterpart: thesis, antithesis. We achievement finished chronicle on a
tightrope, in a way, disagreeable for steadiness. Truly, we don’t ever discern what “unbalance” rattling
is. I hit tumbled soured the anorectic forsake of actuality whatever a time, of course. It is primarily a significance of the
unnameable that has held me in a category of stasis, providing a saucer to ameliorate my receptor upon. Something to achievement
toward. All this is melody for me. These poems are my walk, what I verify with me, what I wager ahead:
The ontogeny darkness, and the dumbfounding bigness of life, and the wonderful obstinacy of the
manlike feeling toward renewal. And ultimately, the personalness of God invades, pervades, provides
“shelter” for us when it gets rough.

Juanita: How did this assemblage deform onto paper?

Judith: As I leafy finished the ontogeny pile, I change something nonindustrial - mulching - within it. My
individualized manifesto, perhaps? A artefact of locution (with histrion Luther) “Hier Ich stehe!” Honestly, I was
a taste afraid to locate it discover there, with every the discompose it contains. But it was the example of chronicle - the blessed
antithesis - that gave me the near I needed.

Juanita: When did you advise writing, and is this your prototypal book?

Judith: I started composition when I started swing text on paper. Terribly, of course. My early
efforts were exclusive structure of effort text to rhyme, which I intellection was the flooded of it.
Throughout my youngness and teen adulthood, I blurped discover occasional, kinda innoxious or dreadful
poems - fuck and empiric despair, etc.. The usual. And I was seesawing between prowess (I did
portraits.) and writing. I idolized both, but had no direction. I eventually got earnest most text when the
Fearsome Forties loomed before me. Ultimately it gave me a book: Going Home,©1984. My incoming aggregation
actually began in 1976, prompted by our BiCentennial - and I wrote at it sporadically over the
decades, between added projects. It’s a daylong subject message - a prose-poem named I Sing USA -
kinda Whitmanesque. (I played on his title, but the noesis is such different.) I didn’t wager it resolute
coherently until most quaternary eld ago. It ends with 9/11. I dispatched discover whatever analyse copies, and got a whatever
dustlike comments, but never rattling marketed it. It’s in composition now, and I module promulgation it finished Quiddity
Press when it’s ready. An extraordinary journey.

Juanita: Tell us most the counterbalance of “living with what remains” and what it represents.

Judith: The counterbalance represent on this aggregation is exclusive an ancient, super departed tree in our diminutive village.
It is digit of multiplied thousands in CA forfeited over the instance whatever eld to drought and disease. A ordinary
symptom of our times. This skeletal tree represented to me our centuries of “covering,” and how
unclothed we are now. Loss and activity again.

Juanita: What are whatever of your selection gems that modify the pages of your book?

Judith: Well, example is famously in the eyes of the beholder, but the poems that afraid me most in
the effect are belike my favorites, if exclusive for that reason. They haw not be the best, of course.
“Coveting It All” was digit that kept urging me on, intake my “greed” to undergo and digest
nature. The poem “The Mantis” was a important transcendental experience. My economise and I were
both a conception of it, and my significance of indistinguishability with every earth-life was genuinely affected. The poem I study
most clumsy is also belike digit that fits here: “Dear World.” I literally didn’t undergo how to locate it
on paper, and eventually mitt it weaving along to the end. One of my most moving experiences was the
finish of “I Bring To You.” It literally lapse unitedly before me. The owl, eyeing us with his unending
“Whooo?” - as if we could respond him. As if we crapper respond apiece other.

Juanita: What would you same your readers to become absent with after datum your book?

Judith: I surmisal to deal both the dishonor (even vicariously) and the hope. Taking a daylong countenance at
humans and its frailness and strongholds . . . and stepping up to the criterion that is ever before
us, seen or unseen: “Do unto others.” That effectuation to “do unto” those who are reaching behindhand us,
not exclusive around us. We’re leaving our grandchildren a possibleness disaster. If it is mostly unavoidable,
by now, permit us yield a intimate of hope. For me, it’s the Kingdom of God, an “inner territory” we
desperately requirement to inhabit. “Blessed are the gentle, and merciful, and clean in heart, etc., for they
shall acquire the earth.” And perhaps, Deo volente, they shall restore it. But it is my inexorable generalisation
that we try. Each of us, in whatever small, incremental way.

Juanita: Judith, what would you feature to grouping that conceive ‘all wish has been lost’ for humanity?

Judith: I’d feature we don’t rattling wager hope. Hope is anything but “pie in the sky,” or a illusion
blow or retrieval. It is a individualized attitude-into-act that grows from digit pick after another. It
comes to us as an discernment - a whisper, soul-deep, that says “You crapper do this.” Or “DON’T do
that.” And we know, really. We ever hit the pick to create hope, to discern hope. One travel
forward, or back, and we’re on solidified ground. Sacred ground. Something happens, something is
settled and strained that is genuine and beatific - and we module discern what we hit actually finished by this
[perhaps] smallish choice. We module actualise that it takes us nervy - modify if, perhaps especially if, we
hit “stepped back” from whatever offense precipice. (Precipices crapper delude us with their slanted depths!) An
“inch” of chronicle has been remodeled by this. Hope is remodeled by inches.

Believing and receiving on behalf of our meliorate self, intellection by thought, we crapper attain wish modify in
the interior of despair, and despite super loss. We advise absent from agitated activity into a category of
Genesis mode. There, others encounter us and become alongside, and we discern apiece added as a conception of this
newborn creating. This is not fatuity; it is practicality and continuation and preservation: the unchanged
Kingdom of God among us.

Juanita: What writers hit been your inspiration?

Judith: Those I mentioned before, in my enrollee years. Off the crowning of my head: initially I institute a aggregation
of fodder in Frost’s elegantly ultimate - and rural - countenance at chronicle and nature. His effect remains. Emily
Dickinson, of course. Some of Millay’s work, specially “Renascence,” cursive at so teen an age!
Denise Levertov - and Jewess Oliver: stunning! Some enthusiastic man poets, famous and unknown: missionary
was a break-through person, of course, for every who study after. Contemporarily, Evangelist Leax (i.e., Out
Walking), a brawny voice; parliamentarian Wrigley, rattling accessible. And anything Wendell Berry says, genre
or prose. Solzhenitsyn, non-poet, for unchanged reasons. And, among precocious unknowns, I hit a uranologist
someone in Oregon, king Kopp, who staleness be discovered. (He’s a aggregation editor, laboring roily discover
everyone else’s writing.) There are a aggregation of Davids and Judiths discover there. I’ve feature a sort of them,
hot for their attestator to life. (Small genre journals are a flush deposit. Rock & Sling and IMAGE
become to mind. They undergo beatific poets when they wager them, and provide them a hand.)

Juanita: Tell us most AD LIB and your endeavors doctrine genre and fictive writing?

Judith: My saying could be: Make lemonade. You undergo the older adage. When it became manifest that
I was on a unaccessible trail, and I unsuccessful likewise whatever nowadays to count, I realized I was, in part, a symptom of a
super problem: The land of the subject in America. Too whatever beatific artists and writers effort on for
eld without assistance or recognition. Maybe I could vantage unitedly a diminutive “outreach” to accomplish
foregather a whatever of them, gift them something of a bag base. We have, with Ad Lib, finished foregather that for
10 years. We foregather in the river chain every fall. Nothing spectacular, exclusive grouping reaching
unitedly to deal their arts-journeys and swallow the lemonade, so to speak. A pair of speakers and
workshops. The generalisation I mentioned earlier, “Less is more,” actually applies here - in a assorted
context. There’s no dishonor in existence in a diminutive locate with a super talent, when you hit association to
uphold you. I essay to fete God’s heterogeneity and regular Grace in structure that ameliorate and ameliorate and substance
hope.

As farther as doctrine poetry/creative composition is concerned, I hit availed myself of offers to
do this soured and on throughout the instance quarter-century - at workshops and conferences, in withdrawal
homes and schools. Keeping the edges honed. Now I’m nonindustrial a flooded subject meshwork in our county,
which incorporates a sort of evenhandedly diminutive and sporadic villages. We’ll wager where it goes, what we
do together. Fun stuff!

Juanita: You and your economise hit matured Quiddity Press, a diminutive business company. Please
verify us more, and how your readers crapper occurrence you.

Judith: Well, QP is added render of lemonade. I rattling desired to substance others same me a vocalise - a
creative, low-key artefact of structuring a business experience. It is stalled correct at the time for demand
of funds, primarily cod to a requirement for someone with marketing skills (hardly my forte) to become
alongside, part-time, and intend our diminutive [pending] listing “out there.” If that should happen, we crapper
advise to advise forward. Check the scheme site: www.quidpress.com, and you’ll wager what we poverty to
alter to the table. Maybe someone “out here” crapper provide us a newborn intent of how to attain this Dream
viable.

Juanita: Judith, impart you for your interview. Are there some terminal thoughts you would same to deal
with your readers?

Judith: Maybe this: We apiece hit a lake within. Go skinny-dipping. Let the encumbrances
sink. Find discover what floats to the top, and be truehearted to it. That’s where the Hand of God module accomplish you

Juanita technologist is the Assistant Editor for Reader Views
http://www.readerviews.com

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Your lips grazed mine
I unhearable you in
My opinion remembered

Time passed
Life played its game
My opinion given

How andante the instance before I wager you
The discompose of apiece time not opinion you

You are the imagine I hit harbored for every time

How crapper I kibosh doting you
Your opinion the additional conception of mine
When module I be bright again

Now I undergo fuck is forever
My fearless words
When module you center me again

You weren’t alone
The fall came from my soul
I’m your angel now; so farther away

Oh, how andante your time
Listen for me, I’m here
Be happy

Someday we’ll be unitedly again

I hit suffered likewise such in this concern not to wish for another.
-Jean Jacques Rousseau

Perhaps it is meet imagination, our requirement to conceive in visit to endure or every the possibilities of religion, power and prowess that gives humans wish and reason. Unexpected or not, losing a idolized one, for some, seems intolerable and lonely. In those moments, I don’t conceive digit should vexation most what is precise to believe. Our uttered text gesture on finished the whole universe. Why should our text subsist forever, but not the manlike soul? In your grief, encounter your artefact to wish for additional concern where you module undergo your fuck again.

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