These stay-at-home days offer lagoons of time to hang out together and to reflect.  Music has been a big part of many people’s home-based, pandemic days.

Grooves connect us.  The classical radio station, for some, may soothe. Listening to the radio can enlarge.  For me, many mornings begin again with jazz favorites, like Cookin’ by Miles Davis, Whisper Not by Keith Jarrett, and of course, Coltrane’s Love Supreme, which opens with a trumpet waking up.

What music means: Imagine a flower with a million petals.  Each petal is someone’s taste, boogie-down, dreamy escape, vibe.

In 2018— was it really three years ago! — rock singer Dolores O’Riordan of The Cranberries died from unknown causes.  She’d not been well, it appears.  For me, she was an iconic and brave singer, fierce with honesty.

Simultaneous Revolutions is a forthcoming poetry pamphlet from PM Press, by myself and Marcus Colasurdo, set for 2021.  This sequence dances with music as a recurrent subject and theme.  It has a poem dedicated to Dolores O’Riordan, which celebrates her music and its power.  I share:

ODE TO DOLORES

Can a woman loosen what’s hoped

so our hearts jam out in the open? 

Can she sing past what’s spoken

in the humdrum until

it’s unbroken

so our best intent’s

again in motion

like Dolores O’Riordan

of The Cranberries,

and how she shared

her emotions, a pugnacious Aphrodite

from some island hamlet

onto the world stage

until fate reclaimed its minute.

Yes, an emerald dazzler

who strutted and solo’d

to where conscience dares

and took us with her

so our pulses merged

into mirrors and made

a second family. 

G. H. Mosson and Marcus Colasurdo are the authors of Heart X-rays (PM Press 2018) and of several books in their individual names.  Their next collaboration of lyric poems is forthcoming from PM Press in 2021, Simultaneous Revolutions.  For more, click here.

We live in strange times, with much happening all at once, and also everything loud and quiet.  One of those happenings has been an attack on the U.S. postal service, including by the U.S. President, by an attack of doubt, by recent bad policy, and lack of funding.

Of course, this occurs in the middle of an election.  The Presidency, Congress, some U.S. Senate seats, many state and local offices, and ballot measures, all are scheduled for decision on Nov. 3, 2020.  Of course, many will wish to vote by mail during this virus pandemic.

About the Post Office:

The U.S. Post Office dates back to the postal carriers, the pony express, founded by the famous Benjamin Franklin during the America revolution to ensure the sanctity of the mail against royal snooping. 

For more, there are so many sources, including Wikipedia, and the PBS cartoon history, Liberty Kids (2004), which I watched with my children this past year.

Our Life and the Mail:

I am the author of Heart X-rays, with Marcus Colasurdo, published by PM Press as their 16^th pamphlet in 2018. How long ago, it feels. Heart X-rays has an epic scope and tackles various issues in America, in technology, and in song.  Some of this we wrote by mail, exchanging drafts and ideas and waiting for the juice that comes with waiting. 

I hope we are not dating ourselves before cellphones and iPhones by stating that both of us just enjoy the mail, beyond its obvious usefulness.  Or maybe, I hope we are dating ourselves!  We should not forget the importance of a public postal service, for many reasons.

A Poem for the Post Office:

Marcus and I have written another book. Exchange by mail also helped. Our forthcoming poems, in Simultaneous Revolutions (PM Press 2021), has a poem celebrating the mail, and the living that happens around it. 

In these pandemic times, and in support of our postal workers and public postal service, Enjoy.

ODE TO A MAILBOX

Mini-behemoth of promised motion,

short, squat, rounded at the top,

stationary caboose car

stamped onto the sidewalk

under a tall oak tree

of my neighborhood;

mute receiver of envelopes,

bills come due, womb

of congratulations, penciled

complaints, condolence cards,

halfway house for urgent epistles

on exodus from nearby addresses,

endangered species some would say,

or just a nostalgic warrior out-

numbered by the electronic horde.

Keeper of secrets, lips zipped tight,

painted blue and white, stumpy beacon

above the snowfall, perhaps

the futurists are right about you, yet

the mailbox still anchors

how I live, as much

as any azalea bush,

speed bump or stop sign,

or children’s hopscotch.

Ah mailbox, I will continue

to visit you regardless of the cynics

and their haste, and arrow

my evening stroll your way

for whatever else is said

in capitals of state

and salons of silver,

we’ve known each other

for these long seasons

and not once

have you betrayed me.

G. H. Mosson and Marcus Colasurdo are the authors of Heart X-rays (PM Press 2018) and of several books in their individual names.  Their next collaboration of lyric poems is forthcoming from PM Press in 2021, Simultaneous Revolutions.  Mr. Mosson’s Web site is at www.ghmosson.com.

This Web site does not yet have a blog. I am so busy! Maybe next year. In the meantime visit the poetry page here. Plus, I try to maintain some liveliness at Twitter too.

When the blog comes, it aspires to be engaging! Cheers.