A special issue of editor’s favorites
From Our Editor…
This issue is going to be different in the fact that we are going to go back, to what I call a revisited issue, and will be sharing some of my personal favorites. I could fill up this whole page, but I had to narrow it down. I would like to thank each and every one who has participated so far. As you will be able to see by my selections, we have had all kinds of talent represented here. I would really like to see that continue.
This is a place for anyone who lives with a chronic illness. I look forward to seeing what the future has in store for us. If this is something you think you would enjoy, please feel free to email me at firstname.lastname@example.org
So, I bring you our revisited issue. I will also be including what particular issue each entry was from, so you can easily go back and check it out. Enjoy!
CJ Poetry Editor
In this Issue:
A Little Frosting by Stephanie Wood (Photograph) from January 29, 2013 Issue #1
Reunion by Leigh Joiner (Poem with Photograph by Cristina Garcia) from February 26, 2013 Issue #2
Arthritic Allegory by Sylvia Walters (A Picturesque Writing) from April 23, 2013 Issue #4
Tree of Hope by Holly Mangold (Painting) from February 26, 2013 Issue #2
Editor’s Note: Stephanie Wood
Stephanie Wood is an amateur photographer who tries not to let poor health get in the way of her creativity. She bought her first DSLR in September of 2009 and has never looked back since.
I choose this particular entry, because I love how Stephanie manages to capture a piece of nature, and turns it into something so wonderful to gaze our eyes upon. The background colors are simply stunning. This was actually our first entry and I fell in love at first sight.
PHOTO CREDIT: A Little Frosting by Stephanie Wood
Editor’s Note: Leigh Joiner
Leigh Joiner has been writing poetry for over 17 years and was encouraged to cultivate her gift through creative writing and Journalism while attending a performing arts high school. It continues to be a release for her, especially while forging her way through busy, stressful, yet rewarding grad school.
I have always loved poetry and Leigh does a beautiful job of description, as this young girl longs to become a woman and to join this tribe and finally belong. I see it as her arrival and place in life. The title says it all.
PHOTO CREDIT: Leopard looking longingly into the distance for its prey by Cristina Garcia
by Leigh Joiner
from girl to woman
from broken to mended
I anxiously wait
for my initiation
as a hunter welcomed to the tribe
I yearn for the feast…
complacency settles in
and my prey slips away
as falling sun
greeting its arrival
and cast its shadow on my defeat
one can always offer vacant reassurance
but it is in that absence,
that dawn tempts our idle dream
nothing is certain
everything is promised
…..this soul hungers
Editor’s Note: Sylvia Walters
Arthritic Allegory (A Picturesque Writing)
by Sylvia Walter
At the dawn of each new day, there is a vibrational hum of life that permeates the Earth. This soul song includes the collective sigh of millions of arthritic sufferers and those who battle a chronic illness, as we awaken in our beds in pain, knowing that there is little we can do, except sigh and take on the day. For some of us, the moment is over within a few hours after meds, showers or our morning ritual. But for the rest of us that suffer, it lasts all day, all night. You can hear the sounds of this blues melody as you travel from village to city, to projects and palaces for this malady can be inflicted upon anyone without exception, a song that anyone can sing. For me, it begins when I open my eyes and let my body inform my brain whether or not I can go to work, keep an appointment or go to the emergency room, again.
This morning occurrence is heard and seen by our mates, lovers and children, as they also rise to see how we feel. One edgy comment or overly happy expression can start the day off going in many different directions as we attempt to sit up on the edge of our beds and wait to hear that next familiar sounds of “creak and crunch”. Those first few steps are the most difficult as we lean against our canes or walkers and make our way into the bathroom (30 steps), the kitchen (20 steps) take our meds, make our beverage and wait for the edge to blur so that we can make it through this day, this moment, the next grind, the next crunch, that sigh becomes a battle cry for the arthritis sufferer as we choose to fight! We must choose to fight for our betterment! We must fight for our rights for access to safe medications and healthcare during a time when a well respected member of our government went to the floor of Congress in his wheelchair to ask for support for a worldwide treaty that would assure safe travel and aids that would allow anyone to live a more independent life, his request was denied, by members of his own party! We must fight to express our right to be viewed as a viable productive individual that can make an economic impact on our community! We must strive to succeed so that any assumed limitation will give way to a new parameter of our own choosing, not to be labeled but to be limitless!
This cry becomes the melody of a life song that those who live with a chronic illness will sing everyday until we find a cure for what ails us so that our vibration will be in sync with music of life that plays around us, to keep the meter in time as we flow through life.
There is one last line of lyric before the day is done. That moment that we stretch out, arrange our pillows around us, turn down the lights and reflect on our day’s activities, we take a deep breath and blow out that last sigh note as we pray for an uninterrupted night of sleep.
Editor’s Note: Holly Mangold
Holly Mangold lives and struggles with Junior Rheumatoid Arthritis on a daily basis, but she loves to be creative with writing and art work when she is able. Holly is also one of Christine’s Kids, where the focus is on hope and positivity. I want to thank Christine Schwab for sending in this wonderful painting.
Holly is a very special girl, in that she is one of “Christine’s Kids.” This is a very special entry, because my helper Trevor, just happens to be their mascot. Holly shares with us, a beautiful picture that she has painted. I admire anyone who can paint, but Holly shows us so much more in this one. Hope, is a very strong word and something, I personally cling to every day.
Editor’s Note: Brenda on Brenda
I truly hope you have enjoyed this issue, as much as I did in bringing it to you. It was fun looking back and seeing how far this has come. I look forward to working with you in the future. Just one more side note. I really have enjoyed getting to know those of you, who have shared your talents with me, as I am first one who gets to see them. It has truly been a joy being your editor. Thank you.