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May, 1976
May, 1976
Father works at his lathe, the crank-handles
capped with yellow plastic.
The shuttered garage door
raised up
as high as his shoulders.
Rain drizzles and beads on oily blacktop smeared with
a sheen like colored cellophane.
The dowels become
thinner. He stands them in a five-gallon bucket.
His eyes are small.
He secures each dowel in serrated jaws of an iron vise,
marking the dowels with a see-through
mechanical pencil.
He sets me down
on the stepladder, hangs the saw
from a ten-penny nail, next to the cut of plywood
shaped like a peanut shell.
Gathers pegs up off the floor.
Claps his hands,
and brushes sawdust from
dark trouser legs.
Traveler's creases like plumb lines
on the front of his pants,
Father's standing like there's a pebble in
one or both
of his wingtip brogues
and he doesn't want to move around
anymore.
Father works at his lathe, the crank-handles
capped with yellow plastic.
The shuttered garage door
raised up
as high as his shoulders.
Rain drizzles and beads on oily blacktop smeared with
a sheen like colored cellophane.
The dowels become
thinner. He stands them in a five-gallon bucket.
His eyes are small.
He secures each dowel in serrated jaws of an iron vise,
marking the dowels with a see-through
mechanical pencil.
He sets me down
on the stepladder, hangs the saw
from a ten-penny nail, next to the cut of plywood
shaped like a peanut shell.
Gathers pegs up off the floor.
Claps his hands,
and brushes sawdust from
dark trouser legs.
Traveler's creases like plumb lines
on the front of his pants,
Father's standing like there's a pebble in
one or both
of his wingtip brogues
and he doesn't want to move around
anymore.
Author's Note
This poem was originally published in Regarding Arts & Letters, or REAL, in the 2013 Fall / Winter issue, vol.37.2, pp. 80-4
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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Re. May, 1976
13th Aug 2021 4:05am
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13th Aug 2021 6:29am
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Re. May, 1976
Anonymous
16th Aug 2021 4:51pm
This is a very moving and tender piece. Incredibly descriptive, and evocative of of the feelings and perspectives of childhood.
He sets you down bespeaks to this reader of paternal tenderness and care; the last stanza bespeaks of a deep deep weariness on his part though, a sadness, even despair? As if the moment, in the writers memory, was seen is a foreshadowing of their father's death?
He sets you down bespeaks to this reader of paternal tenderness and care; the last stanza bespeaks of a deep deep weariness on his part though, a sadness, even despair? As if the moment, in the writers memory, was seen is a foreshadowing of their father's death?
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Re. May, 1976
Anonymous
16th Aug 2021 7:44pm
I wanted to comment on this poem when you first posted it, but I didn't then because I did not feel like a mature enough commenter to really do it justice. I still don't think I am, to be honest, but your poem really did did make me stop, and think, and feel, several times during both of my readings of it.
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Re. May, 1976
21st Aug 2021 9:37am
This is one of the best poems I’ve read on this website in a while. It’s a brilliant intimate snapshot of a place and time and person, the technical detail adding to the personality.
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Re: Re. May, 1976
21st Aug 2021 2:12pm
Re. May, 1976
dear Mark
this has the feel of my own father watching his father
or me & my brother watching either one of them
for months i've been actually cleaning out the garage that now has both of their tools & heirlooms
fortunately there was a museum exhibition for the last year
about the town where the house is
i like how the poem holds life's moments together like tight fitting dowels
while the fragrance of saw dust and rain permeate existence
i am glad your p0eming was rewarded with publication in 2013
and that you have shared it here with us as well
archives should indeed rise as high as shoulders
a warm smile
silent lotus
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Re: Re. May, 1976
21st Aug 2021 2:17pm
Thank you!
Thank you for sharing the memory about you and your brother watching your own father. I think so many of us have some similar memory. There's something elemental about young children, especially sons, watching their fathers work.
Thank you again!
Thank you for sharing the memory about you and your brother watching your own father. I think so many of us have some similar memory. There's something elemental about young children, especially sons, watching their fathers work.
Thank you again!
Re. May, 1976
22nd Aug 2021 4:51am
An unforgettable year 1976
In another part of the world a new page was being written in the history books
The Soweto Uprisings of June 16, 1976
These rumblings have never stopped and those sparks flew again last month as the riots and unrest ran rampant
A very different personal history within a much larger and wider world
His story
Her story
Every story
Deserves to be written
In those voices that speak some of us listen enough to hear
“In a child's eyes, a mother is a goddess. She can be glorious or terrible, benevolent or filled with wrath, but she commands love either way. I am convinced that this is the greatest power in the universe.”
― N.K. Jemisin, The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms
In another part of the world a new page was being written in the history books
The Soweto Uprisings of June 16, 1976
These rumblings have never stopped and those sparks flew again last month as the riots and unrest ran rampant
A very different personal history within a much larger and wider world
His story
Her story
Every story
Deserves to be written
In those voices that speak some of us listen enough to hear
“In a child's eyes, a mother is a goddess. She can be glorious or terrible, benevolent or filled with wrath, but she commands love either way. I am convinced that this is the greatest power in the universe.”
― N.K. Jemisin, The Hundred Thousand Kingdoms
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22nd Aug 2021 6:36am
Re. May, 1976
27th Oct 2021 3:24am
Perfect story telling. The attention to detail is like a camera was rolling as you wrote it out. This type of writing, and the subject, is always current. It never gets tiresome to read.
Thank you for sharing this.
Thank you for sharing this.
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Re. May, 1976
27th Oct 2021 6:07am
Thank you so much for the wonderful compliment--I appreciate it.
And thank you for stopping by and reading!
And thank you for stopping by and reading!
Re. May, 1976
13th Mar 2024 7:40pm
Remembering such vivid details from long ago convey the importance of the memory, not just committed to mind but how it's imprinted in the heart.
Nicely done.
Nicely done.
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