January 28 – February 3, 2019: Poetry from Jeanie Greensfelder and Jonathan Hayes

Jeanie Greensfelder and Jonathan Hayes

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Jeanie Greensfelder
geniegreensfelder@gmail.com

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Jeanie Greensfelder (San Luis Obispo, CA) has been published on Writers’ Almanac and American Life in Poetry and in journals and anthologies. She served as San Luis Obispo County’s Poet Laureate 2017,18. A psychologist, she seeks to understand herself and others on this shared journey, as Joseph Campbell wrote, filled with sorrowful joys and joyful sorrows. Her books at Amazon are Biting the Apple, Marriage and Other Leaps of Faith, and I Got What I Came For. Read more poems at jeaniegreensfelder.com

The following work is Copyright © 2019, and owned by Jeanie Greensfelder and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


The Boarding House

My brain is a boarding house—Christian Scientist,
existentialist, atheist, Freudian, Jew, New Ager,
and the Buddhist all have rooms.

At Sunday school, the Christian Scientist said
daily life was an illusion. By knowing
the Truth, I would dwell in a divine world.

In high school, I met the existentialist. Wanting
to be viewed as intellectual, I brought him home
and name-dropped Camus, Kierkegaard, and Sartre.

The atheist demanded space, moved in,
told me to stop kidding myself and face facts:
We live. We die.

When I went for therapy, the Freudian settled
in my cellar—he interpreted dreams, uncovered fears,
and recorded each resistance to his insights.

I invited the Jew to take a room. We listened to
klezmer, made matzo ball soup for Passover,
and shared how we were still enslaved.

The New Ager knocked. I turned her away
until she said I could co-create my reality
and promote peace and enlightenment.

The Buddhist startled me with the reality
of impermanence and suffering—I must
change my karma or come back as a caterpillar.

At a boarding house dinner, the atheist argues
with the New Ager, the Freudian declares, God is
just an exalted father
, the Jew recites a blessing,

the Buddhist calls for silence, the existentialist laughs,
and the Christian Scientist says, I’m not here.
I pass the potatoes and we eat.



(from I Got What I Came For)

 


Jonathan Hayes
jsh619@earthlink.net

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Jonathan Hayes lives by the river in Santa Cruz, California.

The following work is Copyright © 2019, and owned by Jonathan Hayes and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.


Backyard

The white cat sits by the shortest tree closest to the earth.
A tree that has big and bright red flowers.

Birds know this, but sometimes they forget.

 

 



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