Art of Poetry, journal, books, novels

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Fly Fishing Artist

Ode to Michael Brewster




All days in and near water.
Met Master Fly Fisher Man eighteen years past. 
This famous fly tier and angler became a teacher.
Create Ginger Quill, Gold ribbed hare's ear 
and pale morning dun of string. 
He taught casting, conservancy and cooking.  
Lessons share different by students:
forever one in nature;
become conservationists;
catch and release; 
or saute salmon on open fire.
Rare Apache trout braves the life of an artist.

Michael taught connection with nature.
He showed courage.

Dressing flies: a silly life,
think what you will;
I swim with steel head.
Grateful to use my gills.


Thank You Michael Brewster
Rest in Peace. 
  
September 27, 2016 
copyright Caroline Gerardo for words, images and video

video


video

video
video

video




Monday, September 26, 2016

Little Lakes Poem and Videos

video


Little Lakes Flyfishing

Slabs of Kimberlite press ribbon of quartz.
Ultramafic rock lines bridge over Little Lakes.
Volcanic eruptions formed hidden diamonds, as
lovers under covers, puppy streams between
dogs like water get into fissures.

Tie flies before Rock Creek hike.
Mosquito Flats creates feed for trout. 
Every minute of climb a new pool:
Marsh Lake, Heart Lake, Box and Long Lakes
Early Explorer sans poetic imagination rule.
Climb faster than Big Horn sheep - jewels are yours.
Ruby and Gem Lake side trips deliver glacier schools
Swim with Paiutes and tourists but for
heaven's sake don't scare the fish.

video

Puppy swimming back in Little Lakes

video



video

examine for Golden Trout



video


video


video

Caroline Gerardo September 2016 copyrights 
for poem, video and photographs are mine.

Thursday, September 8, 2016

NoDAPL Send Message


Can't afford travel to Cannonball North Dakota?
Mail empty water bottles to
Energy Transfer Partners LLC's attorney.
Please remove recycle label, or
send bottles that cannot be recycled for
cash

1735 Market Street Suite LLPhiladelphiaPA 19103 -7583

Energy Transfer Partners
attorney: Debbie Anne Cordero Carlos



























Want to drive on Highway 1806
towards the protests? 
Cars are re-routed
to keep the crowds down.

Consider this a message in a bottle.

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Baths 5 Cents


Baths Five Cents

Water off last night

River drys up, you crave more.
No cheese for Lent, dream of cream.

Fortunately the weather is cooler.
Fog in the morning for the rodeo.

Jackie is pregnant, again...
Promise puppy photograph

Hadn't heard from him a month
text arrives plans made and fail

Am I better off not missing  
tub soaks to drain cares away?
je crains la rivière
nettoie votre chanson



Caroline Gerardo  Baths Five Cents Poem Copyright August 27, 2016





Saturday, August 20, 2016

San Juan Midwife



Crucifix belonged to Polonia Montanez

San Juan Capistrano Midwife

The blister on her left hand bleeds on the slath. Rods and weavers form the crucifix constructed from willow and native grass. Doña Polonia Guiterrez Montanez (Canedo and Simard) waits for labor of the girl on the cot to hasten. Doña puts the cross in progress on the night table.
"I'm adding oak to the stove outside, I'll be right back."
"Hurry before the next pain comes, I feel I will die." 
"He watches over us, pray to his mother Mary."
Doña trims sprigs of black and blue cohosh from hemp string bunches of herbs. Flowers and leaves smash in a mortar. Herbs turn dark green mush. Then she carries the ball of moss to the fire outside. Add a log, and place the herbs into a iron pot hanging over the fire. Water bubbles in the blackness. It spits as the tincture dunks. Aroma of smoking sage fills the air. Doña allows the medicine to steep. She returns to the girl.
Inside the girl's legs prop on the hammock. In the darkness her limbs are the color of roasted chestnut.
"Sit forward, I'll massage your back."
As the girl  leans forward, Doña times stimulation of energy pathways with the return of the spasms. Doña hums. Her hands sand the sharpness of pain.

She sings the responsorial psalm, "Cuenten las Maravillas del Señor."

The girl screams.
"Don't waste energy. Let me see if it's time to push."
The midwife pulls up the girl's gown. She holds the legs wide. The opening is the size of a silver dollar.
"Next contraction we push. Breathe now."
The girl inhales with a whistling sound  through the gap in her front teeth. Doña brings the clean towels closer. She mops the brow of the Indian girl.
"Will the Padre take my baby?" Tears are in her eyes.
"No. We know what the soldier did." 
The wave of contraction returns. Doña props the girl upright to use gravity. 
"Make long good pushes. Don't yell or speak. Bear down."
The girl's face reddens. She grunts.

"A breath. Now push more. Almost."
The girl leans back. She rests. In a minute the urge to push out the pain returns. The girl lifts up. With Doña's coaching the head comes out from the womb. Doña holds the neck of the baby as the girl relaxes before the next contraction. And it returns with force to push the shoulders, and a wet child is born. Doña cleans the infant's mouth and eyes. 
The girl, a child herself reaches out  to hold the baby. Doña places the baby on her chest.
"Let me put your son in a clean blanket. Let us pray in thanksgiving for a healthy child."
As the two rest, Doña finishes the straw and willow crucifix. She hangs Christ upon the wall above and blesses herself.

Caroline Gerardo
copyright August 20, 2016




Polonia was one of a few midwives at the San Juan Capistrano Mission. It is said she created rain from prayer during the drought. Oh how we could use such a talent today.  She taught the native children at the mission. This woman out lived four husbands ( Simard the last was a Medical Doctor who lived to 103) She practiced healing arts with native herbs.