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Tommy Johnson Feb 2014
Chives
Tommy Johnson
Feb 2014
He sat down at his desk
With his face buried deep into it
His sweatshirt road his broadened shoulders
Something about this guy interested me
He was new, fresh slate at a new school
We exchanged hellos
We exchanged names
I threw out an invite to chill
And he politely and happily accepted
There was something odd about him
In a good way
Offbeat
Offbeat boy
I gave him a nickname because his real name was to plain for him
I introduced him to my circle and they didn’t like him at first
But over time they became as thick as thieve
We all were
New bonds were made
Bridges built and doors opened
The things he would say
So random
So off base
So hilariously out of place
I loved it
I always looked forward to what he was going to say next
He was a true friend
There was no lying, no evil in him
He was pure, a pure person
He loved nature
His love was Mother Earth
Shedding at tear at environmental ignorance
He was socially awkward
He couldn’t talk to girls, or anyone that wasn’t one of us
He would get into fight we would have to talk him out of
The confusion he gave to the teachers and frustration he gave to the entire student body
He didn’t know any better
Writing a funny speech about what he would do if he was voted for class president
Then having it being taken as a threat against the school thus getting him suspended and having the police search his house for weapons
The complete disbelief of his guidance councilors
And the flabbergasted administrators were all gut busting comedies to us
As we approached graduation news of him going into the navy came about
And we were all in disbelief
But it was true
A boy who couldn’t life a five pound dumbbell was going to serve our country
Good for him
Even now I can recall our adventures up to that point
Staying out late and wandering the streets in the middle of a cold winter night
Cat calling at the mall, trying to pick up girls
Breaking things
Invading private properties
Avoiding police entanglements
Detentions
Suspensions
So many laughs
So many memories
When he left it was as if the once bright aluminous room we all shared was a little bit dimmer
But we were full of pride
We knew he would shine on else where
From Michigan to Texas to California for boot camp and training he went
Our friend went on a journey, his own journey
One year later, we all await his return
He is back, oh the change is overwhelming
He shines brighter, he’s witty
He’s mature, bold and confident
He’s become a man, he found himself
He has claimed his long sought after love
The one who has been walking a difficult path and strides in beauty
He made passionate love to her last night
He woke up from her house and came to mine at 5 AM
I awoke to find him sipping coffee in my kitchen; he had a smile in his heart that was bigger than the stupid grin on my face
I sat and talked to him, chugged my coffee and got dressed
No we were going on another adventure, two weeks
Two weeks with him was all I have
Then he’s being deployed for two years
He speaks of oncoming war with Syria and North Korea
His views have changed
He believes in war
My, my I’m astonished
This is my friend?
The awkward, soft spoken dude in my history class?
Now I wait to see what happens next
With one of my dearest friend, Chives
With his face buried deep into it
His sweatshirt road his broadened shoulders
Something about this guy interested me
He was new, fresh slate at a new school
We exchanged hellos
We exchanged names
I threw out an invite to chill
And he politely and happily accepted
There was something odd about him
In a good way
Offbeat
Offbeat boy
I gave him a nickname because his real name was to plain for him
I introduced him to my circle and they didn’t like him at first
But over time they became as thick as thieve
We all were
New bonds were made
Bridges built and doors opened
The things he would say
So random
So off base
So hilariously out of place
I loved it
I always looked forward to what he was going to say next
He was a true friend
There was no lying, no evil in him
He was pure, a pure person
He loved nature
His love was Mother Earth
Shedding at tear at environmental ignorance
He was socially awkward
He couldn’t talk to girls, or anyone that wasn’t one of us
He would get into fight we would have to talk him out of
The confusion he gave to the teachers and frustration he gave to the entire student body
He didn’t know any better
Writing a funny speech about what he would do if he was voted for class president
Then having it being taken as a threat against the school thus getting him suspended and having the police search his house for weapons
The complete disbelief of his guidance councilors
And the flabbergasted administrators were all gut busting comedies to us
As we approached graduation news of him going into the navy came about
And we were all in disbelief
But it was true
A boy who couldn’t life a five pound dumbbell was going to serve our country
Good for him
Even now I can recall our adventures up to that point
Staying out late and wandering the streets in the middle of a cold winter night
Cat calling at the mall, trying to pick up girls
Breaking things
Invading private properties
Avoiding police entanglements
Detentions
Suspensions
So many laughs
So many memories
When he left it was as if the once bright aluminous room we all shared was a little bit dimmer
But we were full of pride
We knew he would shine on else where
From Michigan to Texas to California for boot camp and training he went
Our friend went on a journey, his own journey
One year later, we all await his return
He is back, oh the change is overwhelming
He shines brighter, he’s witty
He’s mature, bold and confident
He’s become a man, he found himself
He has claimed his long sought after love
The one who has been walking a difficult path and strides in beauty
He made passionate love to her last night
He woke up from her house and came to mine at 5 AM
I awoke to find him sipping coffee in my kitchen; he had a smile in his heart that was bigger than the stupid grin on my face
I sat and talked to him, chugged my coffee and got dressed
No we were going on another adventure, two weeks
Two weeks with him was all I have
Then he’s being deployed for two years
He speaks of oncoming war with Syria and North Korea
His views have changed
He believes in war
My, my I’m astonished
This is my friend?
The awkward, soft spoken dude in my history class?
Now I wait to see what happens next
With one of my dearest friend, Chives
Sonja Benskin Mesher Jun 2015
. chives .
Sonja Benskin Mesher
Jun 2015
early, the crowd came to see
yellow, the famous arch .
laburnum.
i came to see the kitchen garden,
seeds growing, chives flowering.
humble plant sprout small mauve flowers,
bees come early.
yesterday mostly yellow and mauve then.
bodnant garden.
sbm.
yellow, the famous arch .
laburnum.
i came to see the kitchen garden,
seeds growing, chives flowering.
humble plant sprout small mauve flowers,
bees come early.
yesterday mostly yellow and mauve then.
bodnant garden.
sbm.
Anne Sexton Feb 2010
The Abortion
Somebody who should have been born
is gone.
Just as the earth puckered its mouth,
each bud puffing out from its knot,
I changed my shoes, and then drove south.
Up past the Blue Mountains, where
Pennsylvania humps on endlessly,
wearing, like a crayoned cat, its green hair,
its roads sunken in like a gray washboard;
where, in truth, the ground cracks evilly,
a dark socket from which the coal has poured,
Somebody who should have been born
is gone.
the grass as bristly and stout as chives,
and me wondering when the ground would break,
and me wondering how anything fragile survives;
up in Pennsylvania, I met a little man,
not Rumpelstiltskin, at all, at all...
he took the fullness that love began.
Returning north, even the sky grew thin
like a high window looking nowhere.
The road was as flat as a sheet of tin.
Somebody who should have been born
is gone.
Yes, woman, such logic will lead
to loss without death. Or say what you meant,
you coward...this baby that I bleed.
is gone.
Just as the earth puckered its mouth,
each bud puffing out from its knot,
I changed my shoes, and then drove south.
Up past the Blue Mountains, where
Pennsylvania humps on endlessly,
wearing, like a crayoned cat, its green hair,
its roads sunken in like a gray washboard;
where, in truth, the ground cracks evilly,
a dark socket from which the coal has poured,
Somebody who should have been born
is gone.
the grass as bristly and stout as chives,
and me wondering when the ground would break,
and me wondering how anything fragile survives;
up in Pennsylvania, I met a little man,
not Rumpelstiltskin, at all, at all...
he took the fullness that love began.
Returning north, even the sky grew thin
like a high window looking nowhere.
The road was as flat as a sheet of tin.
Somebody who should have been born
is gone.
Yes, woman, such logic will lead
to loss without death. Or say what you meant,
you coward...this baby that I bleed.