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Westside

(Poem 59 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Seething anger
must be aimed
at an enemy,
or else.
If there is no
target, they risk
ricochet; with no
one else to hurt,
they have to feel
all the pain.

@Home Studio – 59th poem of the year (after watching the 2021 version of Westside Story with Debbie, Yulia, and Celinda)

Spielberg, Steven. Westside Story. Amblin Entertainment, TSG Entertainment, Dec. 10, 2021.

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Grief is Hard

(Poem 58 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“This is hard,” you say,
and point to her portrait,
no more words required.
Tears begin to flow;
you don’t want to cry
and say so.

I tell you no one knows
what you are feeling.
None of us have had a
best friend for 70 years
and had to feel the pain
of losing her.

Then I escape to my
room to weep into
my husband’s arms,
crying even harder
because she can’t
hold you.

@Home Studio – 58th poem of the year

Dune – Chani

(Poem 57 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“This is only the beginning.” – Chani Dune: Part One

My heart is a Coriolis storm,
for I fear losing this us we have.
I am no bene gesserit, so have
no Other memory, only Our
memory, those made in my
yali, where I welcomed you as
my own–deep in the cool, safe
darkness of our ancient Usul sietch.
Your Chakobsa halting, sounding
more like a child than the warrior
you have proven to be, but your
Galach utterances in your most
vulnerable moments made me
ache to know more of you.
I do not understand your prescience,
though I have not believed in tales
since I was a wali, barely able to
lift my weapon, still swayed by
Zensunni stories of Lisan al Gaib.
I love you, though you are no
Fremen, never can be; you are my
Mahdi. Can’t that be enough?
Hear my heart flutter like the
beat of thopter wings, while yours
is steady as a thumper calling
Shai-Hulud, eager for you to fly
to me and sink your maker hooks
deep into my skin, steer me across
the golden seas of Arrakis, your
love the spice that flows through
my veins, your touch the palm lock
to the center of my universe.
Be my Kwisatz Haderach, only mine.
I remember the first time we shared a
stilltent on the open erg and kept
each other warm late into the night.
We talked until the hour of assassins,
and I fell into a deep sleep in your arms.
I dreamed I was with child and had just
caught a desert hare to roast for dinner.
The child in my belly kicked hungrily
and I laughed at his impatience.
I looked down into a pool of clear
water and saw my own reflection.
Sparkling water rings ornamented my
hair, gifts from you at our betrothal.
When I awoke, you had left the tent
and a sense of foreboding filled my heart.
I found you staring at the sky toward
Krelln, a dune hawk soaring in its light.
You watched as it set its sights on a
muad’dib, fascinated by the movements
of the tiny mouse as it pretended
nonchalance toward the predator.
You seemed relieved when, at the last
possible second, it dived into a hidden
burrow, avoiding a deadly fate;
your sigh awakened something in me.
Stay by my side, my love, far from
the water of life, which is no life.
Grow old with me and weather
each hulasikali wala until the day
deathstills return our water to our
people, for this is the only true paradise.


@Home Studio – 57th poem of the year – after watching Dune: Part Two opening night at Galaxy Theater.


Herbert, Frank. Dune. Hodder Paperback, 2006.

Villeneuve, Denis. Dune: Part One. Warner Bros. Pictures, Oct. 22, 2021.

Villeneuve, Denis. Dune: Part Two. Warner Bros. Pictures, March 1, 2024.

Wikipedia contributors. “Glossary of Dune (franchise) terminology.” Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia. Wikipedia, The Free Encyclopedia, 28 Feb. 2024. Web. 3 Mar. 2024.

Bene Gesserit – Secretive and powerful matriarchal order whose members possess extraordinary physical and mental powers.

Chakobsa – Language of the Fremen of Arrakis, inspired by the Caucasian hunting language of the same name.

Coriolis storm – Sandstorms on Arrakis in which “winds across the open flatlands are amplified by the planet’s own revolutionary motion to reach speeds up to 700 kilometers per hour.”

Deathstill – Fremen device used to extract all moisture from a living or dead human or creature. This is traditionally done to reclaim precious water from the dead, who no longer require it; (Huanui-nau)

Dune hawk – a type of Desert hawk native to Arrakis. Also a type of Flyer or Ornithopter.

Erg – a broad, flat area of desert covered with wind-swept sand with little or no vegetative cover.

Fremen – “Native” inhabitants of Arrakis.

Galach – Universal language of the Dune universe.

Hour of Assassins – the first hour before dawn.

Hulasikali Wala – fremen name for the Coriolis storm.

KrellnFirst moon – the major satellite of Arrakis.

Kwisatz Haderach – “The Shortening of the Way” or “The one who can be two places simultaneously”. Bene Gesserit label applied to “the unknown for which they sought a genetic solution: a male Bene Gesserit whose organic mental powers would bridge space and time.”

Lisan al Gaib — (Arabic: لسان الغيب) The Fremen term for an off-world prophet or messiah. It is “The Voice from the Outer World” and is outlined in Fremen messianic legends heavily influenced by the Bene Gesserit’s Missionaria Protectiva. It is also translated as the “Giver of Water”.

Mahdi – “In the Fremen messianic legend, ‘The One Who Will Lead Us to Paradise;'” applied to Paul Atreides by the Fremen when they determine that he is their messiah. The term Mahdi is the same as that used in Islam for a messianic figure who will appear shortly before the Day of Judgment in Islamic eschatology.

Muad’Dib – “The adapted kangaroo mouse of Arrakis, a creature associated in the Fremen earth-spirit mythology with a design visible on the planet’s second moon. This creature is admired by Fremen for its ability to survive in the open desert.”[3] In Dune, Paul Atreides takes “Muad’Dib” as his Fremen name, which takes on greater significance when he is perceived as a messiah.

Ornithopter (or ‘Thopter) – “Aircraft capable of sustained wing-beat flight in the manner of birds;” one of the primary modes of transportation on the desert planet Arrakis.

Other Memory – The combined ego and memories of all female ancestors, which a Bene Gesserit may be trained to access.

Palm lock – “Lock or seal which can be opened only by contact with the palm of the human hand to which it has been keyed.”

Prescience – Form of precognition, based in genetics but made possible by use of the drug melange.

Shai-Hulud – Fremen name for the sandworms of Arrakis. Sandworm – Giant sand-dwelling creatures native to Arrakis. Called Shai-Hulud by the Fremen and worshipped as deities

Sietch – Cave warren inhabited by a Fremen tribal community; in the Fremen language, “Place of assembly in time of danger.” The name was borrowed from the sich of Zaporozhian Cossacks.

Spice – Common name for melange, a highly-addictive drug essential to space travel, extended life, and therefore to the survival of the universe.

Stilltent – “Small, scalable enclosure of micro-sandwich fabric designed to reclaim as potable water the ambient moisture discharged within it by the breath of its occupants.”

Thumper – “Short stake with a spring-driven clapper at one end”, placed in the sand to ‘call’ sandworms, who are attracted to vibration and sound.

Usul – Fremen word, meaning “The strength at the base of the pillar.” This is the secret “sietch name” (known only to his tribe) given to Paul Atreides upon his joining the Fremen.

Wali – The name the Fremen give to an untried youth.

Water rings – Metal rings wore by Fremen women to indicate their household’s possessed water.

Water of Life – Toxic liquid exhalation of a drowning sandworm, used by Fremen Reverend Mothers in the spice agony.

Yali – “A Fremen’s personal quarters within the sietch.”

Zensunni – Ancient religious sect, ancestors of the Fremen.

Boaz Birthday

(Poem 56 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

My adorable baby boy
took his sweet time
arriving on this day
28 years ago after a
long few days of labor.
Being the know-it-all
new mother who
planned a water birth
with a midwife in a
birthing center rather
than the traditional
route, we of course,
ended up in hospital.
No drugs, all natural,
no cutting…became
the opposite of all that.
When life is on the line,
baby’s life, that is,
do whatever needs to
be done; that is all this
mother in labor was
thinking, having done
all I could on my own,
for my body was unable
or unwilling to end her
mission of her own volition,
having spent ten months
fiercely protecting,
I had to force her to set
aside her desires, her will,
and trust the saviors in
scrubs provided by
God to save the gift,
so I could celebrate
the man you are today.

@Mema & Grandad’s Back Porch – 56th poem of the year

I Provide

(Poem 55 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“Who can find a virtuous woman? For her worth is far above rubies.” Proverbs 31:10

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com  https://gencraft.ai/p/ozljx8

I provide an excellent income.
This priceless life has maintenance fees.
My husband dreams of being
a kept man, a trophy husband.

He knows I have his best interests
at heart and will provide if I can.
I find good deals on stylish threads
and am willing to roll up my sleeves.

I do the grocery shopping
with my own money, and cook
for four generations sometimes-
dark to dark are often my hours.

I buy land, cars, investments,
houses, furniture, animals,
goods (essential or frivolous),
and keep the lights on.

I am generous with my earnings,
always willing to share, ready for
winter and summer alike;
my home is a welcome oasis.

Our needs are met, as well as
many of our wants; my children
look to me for strength and
guidance as they make their paths.

My beauty is love, peace, work,
and teaching kindness through
craft – creation of story –
words strung together like pearls.

@Home Studio – 55th poem of the year

I learned a new trick

(Poem 54 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

“I learned a new trick to make the world look brighter.” – Erica Smith

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com  https://gencraft.ai/p/hXZuMQ

“I learned a new trick to
make the world look brighter.”
Literally, press on your eyeballs
and when you release,
everything in your field of vision
will look a little lighter.

You can also take a nap or
drink a full glass of water.
Pet your cat, walk your dog,
sit under a tree, laugh.

And if all else fails, go to bed
because tomorrow is a new
day with no mistakes in it yet.

@Erica’s – 54th poem of the year

I am immersed in creativity

(Poem 53 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com  https://gencraft.ai/p/Eq3Mn5

I am immersed in creativity daily
the way my dog is absorbed in the
smells of the morning leading him
on a one-track hunt for something
novel, and if all else fails, to discover
again the thing he found yesterday
that probably needs to be bothered
some more because when inspiration
strikes, one must follow the nose.

@Home Studio – 53rd poem of the year

I Do Work

(Poem 52 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com  https://gencraft.ai/p/JAMCjk

I do work that I feel confident doing.
It stretches me and can be a complicated
puzzle that feels unsolvable at times,
but I am fully cognizant of my abilities,
able to slow my pulse, take a deep breath,
and start at the very beginning because
Julie Andrews says that’s a very good
place to start, and she knows things.

Old dogs can learn new tricks, though
they might need some accommodations
to help them master the same skills.
Honestly, whomever thought to suggest
phrases like neutral face and thinking-face
when hovering above emojis not only
blessed those of us who struggle to
read faces, but those of us unaccustomed
to reading little circular yellow faces
as part of our regular workday because
we grew up with rotary phones, and
being able to metaphorically clutch my
pearls by clicking on a gasp emoji
might come in quite handy someday.

My grandmother worked in the tech
sector via telecommunications back
when switchboard operators used
call signs like Capital 5 instead of
area codes and you could call an
actual human to ask for the time of day.

She never imagined she would add
butterfly emojis as her call sign in messages
she would send to her great-great-
granddaughter someday, and I never
imagined I would be helping AI
improve her reasoning skills, but I
come from a long line of women who
know how to adapt, are not afraid of
exploring the unknown, and will learn
what we need to learn to take care of
this next generation of forward thinkers.

@Home Studio – 52nd poem of the year

I am happy and in love

(Poem 51 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com  https://gencraft.ai/p/OTT53x

I am happy and in love with my partner.

Choosing to love is not easy when he
forgets to put his towel in the hamper,
leaves a greasy cast iron skillet on the stove,
lets the rain destroy my box of mementos,
or flings open the door startling me again.

Falling in love happens effortlessly when he
brags about me in front of his friends,
asks how he can support me as I grieve,
holds me close and lets me cry until I’m spent,
and makes time to play with our grandchildren.

Remembering to love is not simple when he
refuses to argue/walks away from my anger,
chews too loudly while leaving crumbs,
forgets what I’ve told him and blames me,
or acts irritated when asked to clean.

Being in love is a piece of cake when he
takes me to coffee shops to write and sip tea,
laughs unabashedly at TikToks with me,
says I’m smart and shows he values my ideas,
and is a good sport with my giant family.

I am happy and in love with my partner.

@Home Studio – 51st poem of the year

Runner ups for the AI hands (which AI really struggles with for some reason, so these are really funny) photos to accompany my poem:

I am a woman of integrity

(Poem 50 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

AI Generated image I prompted on Gencraft.com  https://gencraft.ai/p/WWuliN

I am a woman of integrity.
What you see is what you get—
the whole package wrapped up
in flaws, sewn together with
duct tape and staple-shaped
scars but built to endure adversity.
My O-rings maintain elasticity
no matter the cold they endure,
resilience practically my middle
name, so fire away and prepare
to launch; what could go wrong?

@Home Studio – 50th poem of the year