I have been writing

short pieces

reflections

research

notes

Scanning books

upon books

upon books

Living in a different reality

that of my father

But not of my father

I am living it intellectually

He was living it viscerally

Emotionally

Painfully

I feel phantoms

of pain

awareness of

suffering

confusion

disgrace

stigma

being shut out

being kicked out

a reject

Yet with tremendous will

to be different

in his own life

using the template

of Christian Science

 

I have to start over

I will go through his life

again

with more depth

more understanding

Organize the research

get back into the routine

of writing

 

In a university seminar

a transitional community

with people

thinking of

talking about

practicing

writing

stimulating

like a jump into a cold river

on a hot day

 

Narrative joins the dots

between facts

The story of my father

Connections to find meaning

Calling out to my father

Come home, come home

it’s suppertime

Character development

a man chooses hope

a man chooses a template

a way of life to climb out of the depths

of the snake pit

Lon Hutchison young man

 

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If it matters

I should write about it

 

The grace of the Greens

the commitment

the creativity

the hope

 

Reaching out to

hidden reality

of people suffering

People not spoken of

not cared for

Imprisoned indefinitely

having committed no crime

 

Diving down

into the Reef

Caring for sea life

for beauty underneath

 

Listening to sounds

of gates

being locked

against intruders

coal mines

coal seam gas

that destroy land

and beauty

and life itself

 

Remembering

traditional custodians

of country

who never ceded

sovereignty

 

Recapturing

the immense

possibilities

of sun and wind

in an ancient continent

Greens Triangle

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wakalusa Lake, near Vinland Kansas USA

Wakalusa Lake, near Vinland Kansas USA

Blend together

fold in ingredients

as if making bread

add seeds

variety

crunch

texture

Bring together

people

places

friendships

history

Knead

gently

Let rise

in a

warm place

Bake

carefully

What do you have?

Your self

 

Lon with wife Olivia, stepdaughter Josefina, 2000

Lon with wife Olivia, stepdaughter Josefina,            Mazatlan, 2009

I can remember

learning through facebook

in Nairobi Kenya

The death of my brother

in Mazatlan Mexico

two years ago

 

In Mazatlan

on the corner

standing with his bike

Waiting for

the traffic light

to change

Just waiting

while a bus

cut the corner

 

He had gone out

on his bicycle

to run errands

His step daughter

and her grandmother

waiting for his return

 

Someone came yelling

Lon’s been hurt

His stepdaughter ran

to the clinic

Too late

He was gone

 

We miss you Lon!

 

Dinner In Mazatlan, my mom Bette, Olivia, Lon, Jim, me, 2004

Dinner In Mazatlan, my mom Bette, Olivia, Lon, Jim, me, 2004

Lon Hutchison at the Celebration of our mother Bette Hutchison Silver's life, March 2011

Lon Hutchison at the Celebration of our mother Bette Hutchison Silver’s life, March 2011

My brother Lon Hutchison and me 2011

My brother Lon Hutchison and me 2011

 

 

 

 

 

The weight of

tradition

on my finger

between

middle and little

A golden ring

an amber stone

from my mother

 

Today wearing

her Egyptian gold necklace

her gold and jade bracelet

her gold bangles

and the heavy weight ring

 

A couple from Perth

I offer to take their photo

No selfies please

in front of the red and white

recycled, solar lit

Year of the Monkey

sculpture

at the Australian National Library.

They commented

on my jewelry

I was pleased

someone noticed

 

My mother left it to me

knowing I had none

Influencing my behavior

from beyond death

No grave

Cremated

and a wind sculpture

memorial to her

in a Kansas City park.

I wear her jewelry

in her memory

 

The Chinese woman

from Perth told me

Treasure that bracelet

Jade plus gold

Unusual

 

Back at home

I remember her words

as I remove the

gold and amber ring

from my finger

with soap

Mom Golden jewelry
                        My mom, some years ago,                                                                   wearing her amber and gold jewelry

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The gate signing

what can and

cannot be done

Walk through

path rutted

shaped by so many feet

no need to look

Scraggly natives

Yellow strawflowers

Grey green shoulder

Broken by embedded stone

Piercing red rose hips

Screaming noisy miner

birds signal invasion

Swinging head

back and forth

Kangaroos watching

waiting

Fleeing from unknown

Arrived

on top

Viewing all

under control until

Grey clouds

open

slivers of gold

above blue ridges

defining the end

 

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Gum Tree 20002

 

White skeleton

of a gum tree

against green

deen deen deen

Bell birds

toll slow death

of the forest

 

Gum Trees 20005

Bette Hutchison Silver, photo taken November 2010

Bette Hutchison Silver, November, 2010

 

I wasn’t there

for her birth day

March 10 1922

How could I be?

I am her daughter

I was there

for her death day

March 1 2011

 

I was there

when she asked

am I dying?

I was there

to tell her

yes, she was dying

I was there

to tell her

not to worry

everything was

taken care of

She could go

leaving us behind

 

 

Bette Snidow Hutchison and Pamela, 1945

Bette Snidow Hutchison and Pamela, 1945

Bette Hutchison Silver (date 1996?)

           Bette Hutchison Silver (date? 1996)

Below are comments from people who have read my book of poems and drawings, Silence Spoken, available on http://www.lulu.com

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The poems I liked best are those set in Venezuela, describing aspects of the environment and the sea and those set in Beijing capturing the impact of rapid change – for good and bad, especially “Observed:Beijing”.  It’s what I felt when in China, but succinctly and eloquently expressed.  I enjoyed the whole book, for what it expressed and also for what was left unsaid, or merely hinted at.

Mary, Canberra, Australia

Thank you very much for your awesome publication.  Sketches look lovely & will enjoy browsing too.

Khalida, Blue Mountains, Australia

There is another side of you, a contemplative one that I would not have guessed.  I am no poet and so can’t comment on the poetry but I like the sketches.

Anita, Canberra, Australia

2. Ink Tucacas Sea 3 web

I just browsed through it and your art work is powerful.  I especially like the brush painting from Pakistan. But then your “essentials only” style on Langata, Nairobi, Kenya is so spot on. I’ve read some poems too, but you know me, the art is so immediate.

Sheila, Berkeley, California, USA

Thanks so much for your book of poetry and illustrations!
It is really lovely.  Keep creativity alive!

Margot, Berkeley, California, USA

3. Pak Karkoram 772 webKarimabad, Pakistan

I have looked through it and read several random poems and David has spent much more time with it. We both are enjoying looking at these snapshots of your life.  Your drawings give life to your travels.

Linda, Baldwin, Kansas, USA

I am enjoying reading your poems and I like your sketches very much. You have experienced so much in your life. Your words are an eloquent expression of your suffering, joy, awareness and appreciation of the natural world. The book is very attractively designed and printed. Congratulations on publishing it!

Anne, Kansas City, Missouri, USA

7. Ink Nairobi Person webMan walking, Langata, Nairobi, Kenya

The poem Somewhere, snagged my eye. A knee jerk response to seeing my birthday near the bottom of the page. Reading it through I can only say, thanx for the birthday present.

The poem, Fishing at Sunset, I was timeported to Elk California doing that same such thing using carpenter’s line with old spark plugs on the end for weight. Holding the line for the twitch of the rockfish that might be dinner or dining on smaller fish if it slips the hook.

David, Baldwin, Kansas, USA

 

 

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climbing Red Hill

2 mushrooms

1 dead rabbit

countless kangaroos

 

 

Sunset Gum Tree Red HIll, Canberra, Australia

Sunset Gum Tree Red HIll, Canberra, Australia

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