I awake with a ring, which
gives my heart a tune to sing.

The morning melody has no
recognition of time, but whistles
slowly thoughts to rhyme.

Chai tea melts my lips soothing me,
 as I gazed through the window at
pink flowers dangle with cloves
      dropping from the tree.

What a sense of  romance, when
beauty greets the natural eye.

No sight of rain, No reasons to complain
      No fog, brain unclogged,
    Just a telegram of where I am
             To my friends on the blog.
 
         

Tabitha's Tablet

This is India. Tabitha is my undercover name I was given some time ago. The name was biblical given due to the fact I was considered to be a giver. I was honored to have this name, it has a heavenly ring to it. The reason I call this name undercover to disguised myself from users and abusers of mankind. Some people in society have a impression of givers as weak, vulnerable people. There is a saying that many generously kind- heart people have used in process of being mistaken as a fool, they usually say "don't take my kindness for a weakness." I love to share with everyone, especially those that are dear and special to me, which I've opened my heart to trust for one good reason or another. This is my opening presentation to the beginning of a friendship people on this blog. Thank you for letting me be a part.   

To Get the Ball Rolling

I'll kick off the blog with something we could call the Venture Poetics Project.  This is something I wrote about my wife's temporary new job with the Indian Health Service in Sisseton, South Dakota.

You have chosen voluntary exile

semi-voluntary, quasi-coerced

we gallop across the northern plains

east to the land of wind and winter

a braid of lakes, freckles spangled

across a Dakota face

We steer by the Devil

detour to Sturgis

in search of pet friendliness

and the promise of free beer at happy hour

all rally long at Knucklehead’s saloon

Now you are ensconced

near where Custer got Sioux’d

in a little box at the end of the cul-de-sac

magic carrots lure asspuff rabbits

a missing coffee grinder nearly causes a tragedy

an icy first commute yields ass-warming Outback

charming elderlies,

Greybull and Greybuffalo,

Bulldog and Tincup and High Elk

Red Owl and Two Stars

Big Vs of geese honk north

I fill in at the homestead

answer the coyote howl, the head rammer

the gray maniac the shrieking bird

and the old gum eater

the sky is flying and the snow is dark

on St. Patsy’s Day

Salutatory

Welcome to our brand new Venture SLC blog!  We wanted to create a space where current students, faculty, and alumni could keep in touch, post their poetry, stories, and other writing.  So start sharing!

Jeff N. (Abernathy)