Dear Alzheimer’s: A Caregiver’s Diary & Poems

I hope it is not presumptuous of me to call Esther Helfgott my dear friend. I’ve known her for many years. We’ve been bumping into one another around Seattle poetry for decades, in fact, and in the last couple of years our meetings have grown in intensity, if not always in duration. I feel blessed to know, first hand, both her and her wise, thoughtful writing.

Esther was one of the first people to buy a copy of my new book, Sparrow, and I am very pleased to now be in possession of her new book, Dear Alzheimer’s: A Caregiver’s Diary & PoemsThis coming Sunday she has an event at Ravenna’s Third Place Books, at 4 p.m., and I plan to be there.

I’ll let you know all about it. If you can come, let me know and we’ll talk after.

At the reading…

This evening at the Good Shepherd Center in Wallingford  (7 p.m.) I’ll be reading from SparrowHere’s a sample:

On a Lack of Apples

The Lombardy Poplars line up
at the far end of the park like girls,

their arms linked, ready
to call Red Rover, Red Rover and come running in.

Maybe fruit was only a metaphor–

image to assuage the mind’s tongue,
fancy’s luminous palate. Outside the garden

fall litters the ground, a carpet
of discarded color. Through bare ladders

of the poplars, the sky hangs blue
and full of God as ever. In the air, a chill,

the call of geese departing,
or no sound at all, the sound

a snake must make, seeking warmth deep
in the earth’s deep pockets.

apples

Poetry Reading

Tomorrow evening I’ll be reading my poetry along with three other poets — it would be great if you could join us.
November 12, 2013
Poetry at The Good Shepherd Center
Belle Randall, Bethany Reid, Michael Spence, and Richard Wakefield
Tuesday, November 12, 7 p.m.
Room 202, The Good Shepherd Center, 4649 Sunnyside Avenue North, Seattle
Telephone: David, 206-633-2729
E-mail: David, rosealleypress@juno.com
David Horowitz and Rose Alley Press published the poetry of one of my professors, William Dunlop (1936-2005), at the University of Washington. Click on the link to go to a tribute site, and his poem, “Landscape as Werewolf.”

Change One Thing

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The best advice I’ve ever been given for getting unstuck is not specific. Whatever it is you have been doing, you have to change one thing. It truly doesn’t matter what you change. If you’re right-handed, try brushing your teeth with your left hand. Do it for a week. Just as an experiment. You’ll experience other shifts as well. There’s something psychological that goes on, something at the level of the synapses.

I’ve known this for some years. I learned it while parenting toddlers. (I remember someone defining insanity for me, back then, as “Doing the exact same thing and expecting different results.” That could also, of course, define parenting toddlers — insanity, I mean.) I learned this lesson again when I was team-teaching a psychology/ college composition class. But there’s a difference between knowing a thing and practicing it.

My friend Liz asked me this morning how the time off is going. “Good but not as good as I’d like,” I told her. “I keep over-scheduling myself and spending time doing everything but writing.”

Liz is my mom’s age, and she is very wise. She looked thoughtful for a moment, and then she told me that when she is trying to get something done, when it really matters that she get it done, she writes it on her calendar. “Actually write it down,” she advised. “Write ‘8-12 writing’ on your calendar. Then when someone asks you to do anything, say, ‘Let me check my calendar.'” She patted me on the shoulder. “Give it a try,” she said.

I think I’ve just found my one thing.