I come from good people. “Who are these people?” “I don’t know. The one on the right is my Grandpa Jack, my father’s Dad. He’s wearing a dark suit. He always looked good in a suit and he’s carrying a hat and I don’t know the other two people. On the back of the photograph is written George and Mary so I assume they’re brother and sister to my grandfather.” God, I’m low. I wish I could feel better. They’re standing in front of a car. It’s not my grandfather’s car. It looks like a Pontiac or a Buick from the late 1940’s, but there’s not much showing to tell. The house is on Washington Island, Wisconsin I feel sure, because the road to one side isn’t paved. It’s a plain house, but they’re dressed for travel or church or visiting family the way people used to do. The men […]
Tangos are danced in threes. The first an introduction. The second an unspoken vocabulary. Shall we? ♥ Tango One Hundred Twenty Five Once I saw you I could not forget. Love is eternal, created in a moment as life itself and living over time, but unlike life of flesh and blood, this life is spirit and lives without fear of disappearance. Tango One Hundred Twenty Six Let him be the high altar. Let me be the nave. Let him be the main entrance. Let me be the door by which the penitent comes to sit at the back of the sanctuary and says, “Have mercy upon me, a sinner.” Let me be anything in the cathedral of your love. Let me enter the house of God. Tango One Hundred Twenty Seven My darling, let me hold you. Your soul is mine. Do not fear sharing it with God and the love of […]
“I find in life we get what we need most when we need it most.” Julie – The Tango Room 1 It proved difficult to find. Three times I passed on foot before the door appeared set back surrounded by an ivy covered wall. Entering, I beheld an angel. 2 “We try to decorate,” she said. “Saturday nights we have a social gathering. We dress. It really is a family.” Yet, if every wall were barren, every color drab, the atmosphere, the expectancy of ecstasy in motion would be here. The room, this empty room exuded promise. “Last weekend,” she said, “we had eighty people.” 3 “Not the legs. Not the arms,” he said. “With your body. So. Is this clear?” Then he began. Always with the understated elegance of a gentleman, un gentilhombre one might say. “You see, just so.” Teaching with a fine internal line of rhythm, […]
Ninety-Seventh Rose Yes, my arms have held her. Yes, my eyes have lingered on her form. Yes, my thoughts have spiraled up and down the length and yes, the shapeliness of her. Yes, I forsook every other blossom and chose the rose.
It’s a wonderful place to live, but if you’re not poor they won’t let you in. JEF