“Resilience” Post #6: “Steam”

TOM ZIMMERMAN

Steam

To grasp infinity in forceps
To hypothesize a hawk
To feel the motion of my blood
The tide that floods a microscope

Geometry of bones
Anatomy as catalyst

And I’m a walking hairy bag of water
Energy packed tight in me and boiling

Pouring in and floating out
The waters of my thought
So elementary
So elemental


Tom Zimmerman is a WCC faculty member. His poem is a product of a science poetry workshop on Zoom on Saturday, November 6, as part of WCC’s “Super STEAM Saturday” series.

“Resilience” Post #5: “Microscope”

CAITLIN M. DICK-RUIZ    –Age 12 (almost 13)

Microscope

You can use a microscope to look at small things.
            A button
            Your finger
             A dog’s hair
But you can’t use a microscope to see things that other people see.
    
        New worlds. Hidden realms. Magical Civilizations. Lost heroes.
  Those things you need to use your heart for.
 
And even if you don’t see it; you can still make your own world.
 
 
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Caitlin M. Dick-Ruiz‘s poem is a product of a science poetry workshop on Zoom on Saturday, November 6, as part of WCC’s “Super STEAM Saturday” series.
 

“Resilience” Post #4: “Through The Eyes”

SUSAN DENTEL

Through The Eyes
 
The breathtaking motion and energy of a hawk
as it soars through the air and sometimes into the water.
Its forceps-like talons complete its perfect anatomy
allowing balance like geometry.
It’s keen eys like a microscope
hypothesizes animals and atoms alike
catalyzing its journey through infinity.
 
 
 
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Susan Dentel is a WCC faculty member. Her poem is a product of a science poetry workshop on Zoom on Saturday, November 6, as part of WCC’s “Super STEAM Saturday” series.

“Resilience” Post #3: “Narrative Lessons”

SUSAN HOUSTON

Narrative Lessons

Every semester I assign the personal narrative essay as a first, low-stakes essay. A test, really, of the students’ abilities and a way to learn their voice in writing. Without fail, I get the “Big Game”, the “Parents’ Divorce” and “Death of Family Member.” However, even as they are expected, both latter two types of essays above also remind me of the pain and tenacity students have to get beyond life’s tragedy and still have a hopeful outlook. These bright, mostly young people have seen the worst of what life can dish out. Marriages breaking and death are two of the most stressful events in a person’s experience. Moving and illness are also among these top contenders. And yet, they are in class, spilling their pain onto paper for me to observe, critique and correct. Writing about their honest struggles that their (sometimes) innocent selves grapple with, and circumstances that bring the seemingly great among us low.  What astonishing bravery! What hope they have! What an incredible privilege for me to witness their lives.

Being vulnerable in any new situation is distressing, and therefore, the great faith they have in me reading their stories and allowing me to comment on form or substance is an honor. I hope I am not too difficult a critic, as I try to blend in the sweet with the bitter. Some story, every semester, brings me to tears. And many have me laughing out loud. It’s difficult to refrain from simply indulging in the pleasure of the story and not leave feedback. But the craft must be honed, and the stories can be improved. I hope they know how much I admire them; how I see a bright future ahead of them. And how I wish nothing but the best for them.


Susan Houston has taught English for 23 years in the Metro Detroit area. She lives in Brighton with her retired husband and hopes to keep teaching since retirement doesn’t look that interesting yet. They have two older teenaged sons and a goldendoodle to entertain them.

“Resilience” Post #2: “Truth”

KATHLEEN PEABODY

Truth

Greed cannot overtake it.
Jealousy can’t change it.
We cannot lie our way out of it;
we can’t lie our way around it.
Lies do not outshine it.
Angry air punches do not reach it.
Violence distracts from it. Masks it. Cancels it.
Ignorance can only thirst for it.
Easily impressed wannabes in unconscious denial equate
wealth and wisdom.
Fear-filled bigotry assiduously tries to mask the truth,
and often succeeds. For a while.
While we endure the grip of charlatans who have
replaced leaders,
The while needs to be cut short.
Phony claims to hold dishonest power
occupy square footage and time in the light,
And at the microphone.
The while needs to be ended.
Hope can spread the truth, pessimism cedes that power.
Lost faith cannot embrace it, but
Truth shines through, always visible around the edges.
The truth was here before humans. It is the ancient
unchangeable law.

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Author’s Note: In the search for sustainable societal solutions amidst the schism between truth and lies, common ground doesn’t presently seem to exist. I wrote this as a course correction away from pessimism. This is dedicated to author Shawna Rodenberg’s Grandma Betty, who said, “The truth will stand when the world’s on fire.”

“Resilience” Post #1: “Masked Man”

TOM ZIMMERMAN

Masked Man

The dog and you kick fallen leaves, the woods
denuded but still beautiful. Not quite
like you, with sagging chin and neck, sex life
on life support. Buck up, you tell yourself,
there’s music in your head: it’s Shostakovich,
String Quartet 15, your favorite,
austere and haunted, layered human cries.
You see your breath. Dog snuffles living smells
of death, so you imagine, off the path.
You pull him back—a patch of something’s fur
hangs from his mouth. You miss your younger married
life, those Sunday afternoons in bed.
You snap a picture: backlit graying trunks.
Paths branch ahead. How many more to tread.

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Tom Zimmerman teaches English and directs the Writing Center at WCC. He also serves as editor of The Huron River Review and The Big Windows Review as well as faculty advisor of the WCC Poetry Club.