Saturday, April 11, 2020

"Greedy Little Men"

"Goblin" by David Chapman
pencil/Photoshop




Greedy Little Men
            Like slithering serpents in the Garden of Eden
                        twisting the world with their lines
                        constricting around our minds
                        sucking us dry of laughter, warmth, desire, love
                        biting with the sharpened fangs of need
                        poisoning the world with their avarice
                                    Greedy Little Men


Copyright 1997 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

The more things change, the more they stay the same. This poem, written in response to the political climate twenty-three years ago, still applies to today's world.


Friday, April 10, 2020

"Mask Guidelines"



           

Yesterday my son, our designated shopper, ventured out on a hunting and gathering mission at our local HEB. I took advantage of the opportunity to leave the house, and sat in the car for ninety minutes participating in one of my favorite pass times—watching people.

Today, I feel compelled to pull together some guidelines to help everyone realize that just wearing a mask and gloves doesn’t protect you if you still do stupid things. My suggestions, with explanations may seem harsh, but we live in a new reality.



1. ONLY ONE PERSON IN THE STORE PER FAMILY.

I observed several families heading into the store even with warnings from the management to leave your kids at home. All three families yesterday put masks on the kids although the parents wore nothing. I guess they don’t understand that they can be exposed to COVID-19 and pass it to their children once they return home. Putting masks on their kids just at the store is useless. All of the families I watched had children who were old enough to be left at home for the length of a grocery store trip. I also saw couples shopping together. Again, one person wore a mask while the other didn’t. If you don’t have enough masks for each family member to wear while getting groceries, then only those having masks should shop.



2. KEEP YOUR MASK ON UNTIL YOU DISINFECT YOUR HANDS/GLOVES.
Masks are hot and uncomfortable. They are also protection. I couldn’t believe how many people left the store and yanked their masks down while still walking to their cars. They unloaded their groceries with their noses and mouths exposed. WE TOUCH OUR FACES SUBCONSCIOUSLY ALL THE FUCKING TIME! Nine out oAf ten people in that parking lot swiped at their noses or eyes while placing groceries into their vehicles. All of those people exposed themselves to potential infection.



3. BRING GARBAGE BAGS OR ZIP-LOCKS TO DISPOSE OF GLOVES

Take your gloves off just like you’ve seen in all of those medical shows—to where they are inside out, and wrap one glove into the other. Also, don’t take them off until you’ve unloaded your groceries and put the cart away. At that point, put your gloves m into a garbage bag or baggie that can be sealed and thrown away as soon as you reach home. I recommend that you have Clorox wipes, a bleach and water mixture spray bottle, or hand sanitizer in your car. Before you drive off, you can clean your hands. Remember, your mask should still be on until you get home. 



4. ONCE HOME, UNLOAD YOUR GROCERIES BEFORE TAKING OFF YOUR MASK. 

Disinfect your shoes and any door knobs you’ve touched. Since you are now at a place where you can wash our hands frequently, dispose of your mask. If it’s a cloth one, throw it straight into the washer. We have our designated shopper toss his clothes into the wash immediately and head for a shower. If you’re on your own, disinfect your purchases, toss your clothing into the wash, and finally shower yourself.



 

Copyright 2020 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman



Thursday, April 9, 2020

"Death"












She silently slipped into my room
            bringing night’s enveloping velvet blackness
                        in her sunken eyes and raven hair
Her hands reached out for mine
            coaxing me to dance with her
                        along that icy rim of eternity
My head felt heavy upon my pillow
            My arms and legs merged into my bed
                        immobile and leaden
Her breath poisoned the air
            seeping into my lungs with molten heat
                        chilling my blood into a sluggish, frozen river
I turned my eyes away
            staring fixedly into myself
                        Yet she was there
                        Empty and hollow
                        a void—nothing
            and I moved toward her
            even as I moved away
she whispered words I could not hear
            and yet I did her bidding
sobbing for days
            Until my eyes ached red and dry
            and my heart bled into
                        itself
            wracking my body with unreal pain
                        no one but she understood
I fought to escape
            turning to flee
                        with nowhere to go
She stood before me, beside me, behind me
                        within me
Then I heard
            faint and distant
                        a trill of laughter
                                bubbling and rippling through the starless night
            an intermingling of voices
                        high and low—calling my name
                                    giving me direction
                                                away, away
I pulled myself away from her deathly dance
            Yanked myself out of her clutching grasp
                        moved toward the golden sounds
                                    of love and light
She followed me
            she stayed with me
                        now and forever
I sense her presence
know the sound of her footfall
            instinctively sniff the air for her scent
                        careful and cautious
She still wants me
            her pull and determination both suck me into her orbit
                        and repel me with horror
            But those voices of laughter
                        with the eyes of sunlight
                                    and smiling mouths of delight
                        carry a stronger current
They always rescue me
Take me where she cannot reach me
            protect me for a little while
                         . . . love me

Copyright 1999 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman



Wednesday, April 8, 2020

"Future"

            


            We walk through nightmares of the past,
living an existence of future fears.
            Desperately struggling among the mountainous
crags of pre-fabricated foods and chemically made beer cans,
our test tube babies weep with bitter need,
as automated mothers
rock rhythmically back and forth.
            No one saw today as it was to be.
            We run through our own living hell,
Never feeling, desiring, or loving.
            Mirrors are no longer needed,
nor are youthful photographs taken—
for images of ourselves are seen scrambling
among the barren garbage dumps
searching for rustic vestiges of yesterday—
an identity.
            No one saw today as it was to be.
            We trudge through old decaying minds,
trying to forget our own impotence.
            Whimpering trepidations never cease,
for like howling canines long starved for passion,
the souls of society disintegrated
into a pile of biological residue.
            And no one say today as it was to be.

Copyright 1975 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman


Sunday, April 5, 2020

“The Enemy Without”






my bliss
begins with rusted rake, scarred shovel
continues with ancient clippers that snap winter’s residue
pulses with knees planted to ground
thrives with bulbs separated, clippings rooted
grows with tipsy walls reset with careful hands
pushes skyward with dew dusted blades


my bliss
conquers the enemy without with patience
soothes with dappled sunlight
transforms death with restoration
mornings blend into afternoons
days meld into weeks

Copyright 2020 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman