I wrote my poem Summer Haze last spring as an ode to my childhood in Somerville, Massachusetts. Raised in the Mystic Housing Projects as a child, I spent summer days playing outside from morning till night.
Fueled largely by free lunches delivered to our neighborhood. I had no clue as a child it was charity. I relished the convenience of not having to leave the parking lot where I played. And the free lunches always had chocolate milk!
We lived in a third-floor apartment and I didn’t even know what air conditioning was. Summers in the eighties were hot and humid, and I recall drinking in the moist air when it rained. We called them sun showers. The large raindrops splashed off hot rooftops, as depicted in my poem. I can still smell the rain.
Steam rose from the hot concrete. My friends and I played in the puddles that quickly became warm in the sun. The warm puddles felt soothing on my bare feet.
Richie’s slush truck visited the Mystics daily. He’d drive up, jump out of the driver’s seat, then open the back filled with white tubs of Italian ice. My favorite is still watermelon. Ma loved lemon. I think it’s still her favorite, too. Cooling down with delicious slushies is a fond childhood memory.
My mother put change in a small plastic baggie, if we had one. She’d drop the bag out the window after I yelled up to her asking for a slushie, “Ma, ma! The slush truck is here! Can I get one?”
If we didn’t have a baggie, she’d just toss change out the window! Richie’s truck didn’t waste time, and I rarely had time to run up two long flights of stairs to get the money.
The coins bounced off the concrete scattering, and I’d chase them down. I remember the immense relieve when my hands held my watermelon slushie. It tasted amazing in the blazing summer heat.
Summer Haze will forever hold a special place in my heart. I’m grateful to have a beautiful quality canvas, thanks to Canvas HQ, to showcase the poem.
Summer Haze Canvas Contest
In honor of Summer Haze, I’m having a seven-day writing contest. The winner will receive a canvas (same size as mine)! Keep reading!
Write a short piece (poetry or prose) about home. Write something that inspires thoughts of home through your eyes. It can be a new sense of home and belonging, or fond nostalgic memories.
Share your piece on Instagram using the hashtags #evepoetrycontest and #canvashq. Deadline is October 31, 2019.
Visit the contest post on Instagram. Like the post and tag two friends in the comments to qualify.
I’ll announce the winner on November 2nd.
I’ll announce the winner on November 2nd on Instagram. The prize canvas is the size shown in the photo of Summer Haze on canvas above. Dimensions are 24″ x 36″ x 1.5″.
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That’s when I began to hear myself, over and over again, tell my daughters that it is important to follow their dreams. That dreams require passion, persistence, and sometimes sacrifice. This website, and a more serious approach to my Eve Poetry Instagram account, became ways for me to start walking the walk. I want to show my girls a good example of what I believe is so incredibly important.
Taking life in our own hands
Life is so precious. We hear people say this often, but we don’t often see people do something about it. Those that do something about it are out living and experiencing rich, fulfilling lives; or at least trying to.
That’s what I want for myself. That’s what I want for my family. A rich and abundant life. Not financially (although that would be nice too). I’m referring to riches of time and experiences. Fulfillment. To leave this precious time we have on earth without regret. To know we spent the years, hours, minutes and seconds with those we love most, doing activities we enjoy. That we did so unselfishly. We loved others. We helped others. We helped each other. We were there for one another. We lived a life, of life. Not of things. After establishing the What, I knew I needed to begin the How.
Writing is my How. I’m going to do my best to make it the How. The work that allows me more time with my family. More time living. More time.
While this remains a passion project of mine, and I’ll continue both; the time invested in both required I put this blog on the back burner for a few months. But I’m back! I am shifting the balance back to my own work and endeavor as a writer. There’s more to come. Stay tuned!
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