Heather Gold

I wish upon Trump

I wish upon Trump menopause
a cycle every two weeks
Waking by migraine
And sweating himself
Back into his womb

I wish him the nails
Of every girl he’s hurt
Hammered him back
Plunged in
Well done with ketchup

I wish him
A twelve hour drive through shift
At MacDonald’s
Twice a week
With dissatisfied customers

I wish him a daughter with her original nose
and son with his original chin
and their original personalities
and feelings
from infancy.

I wish him his own miscarriage
After carrying hope and life
Alone in his bed

I wish many things upon Trump
including menopause.
Giving birth to death

I wish many things upon Trump
including menopause.

–August 2018

Mary Gold (Mariam / Mirrel Kolofsky) 1919-2011

 

Gram died last night.

 

This is a painting of my Gram when she was a teenager working crazy hours with her sister at her brothers’ first store.

A customer came in one day and gave it to her. It shocked her that someone thought of her. She also never saw herself as attractive, even though she really was a beauty in her day.

 

We were talking the other night about what Gram liked to do.  What movies, what books, what songs? Gram liked business.

She loved flea markets as long as she could go. She read the paper to see what the prices were and how people were merchandising.

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An unexpectedly perfect day and a poem: Long before physics knew it

Sometimes the exact perfect flow of events happens when life grabs you by the throat.
-photo Piedmont Park, Atlanta
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Long before physics knew it
You could plant
And cut years apart

Feelings laugh at space
and ending has nothing to do with Love
Love mocks it all
Happy to laugh at your misery
Your joy
It doesn’t go anywhere
It doesn’t travel

It’s already soaked everything through

Poem: You are safer than you know

In the interconnected moments that make up our lives/
Nodes and joints are built solid to take the weight of our now/
Before we know they’re there.

We live /
We take the step /
That the religious call faith/
That writers call arc /
That scientists measure as tendency/
That we all call living /

And the weight is held/
By all of them
And then we know Love

 

I wrote this for Dr. Leonard Schlain a physician, writer and father of my friend Tiffany when she emailed me along with many colleagues and friends to ask for help visualizing healing for Dr Schlain during his surgery for brain cancer.

 I was just reading a Fritjof Capra book this summer about Capra’s Journey writing the Tao of Physics.  Dr Schlain played a significant part in Capra’s coming together with a group of people at Esalen to work on the ideas, including the physicians who created mind body visualization work with cancer.