Lady Poet
by Job Conger
She did not have to disrobe in candle light
to reveal herself.
The captivating expose
unfolded as she shared
her poetry
during a Saturday night reading
with strangers and friends.
I’ll never know the special
forms and textures
which topographically define
the woman behind the book she held,
but I know the beauty she revealed
in baring secret thoughts
crafted from her heart into spoken [...]
Archive for June, 2009
Lady Poet
Posted in arts, poetry on June 26, 2009 | 4 Comments »
Typo at Writers Almanac –The Hollor, The HORROL!
Posted in writing on June 26, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
I’m not ashamed to admit that I look up to Garrison Keillor and Writers Almanac the way Horshach looked up to Vinnie Bommarito on Welcome Back Kotter. After all, we’re both English majors, and he’s done okay for an English major. But I have not come to praise Garrison but to bury his underlings who [...]
When Cool is Not Kewl
Posted in writing on June 25, 2009 | 2 Comments »
For the past three months I’ve been driving a black Chevrolet pickup truck loaned to me by George Jaworski, owner of The Granite Guy, 3755 N. Dirksen Pkwy., Springfield, Illinois. I’m sharing the particulars here because he’s a gentleman, and his business deserves your consideration if you need natural stone countertops, vanities, meeting table tops; [...]
A Close Encounter With Lenore
Posted in writing on June 24, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
The thing I really wanted to writhe about here at H&Q from 9:03 a Friday until today was the call that came from out of the blue at 9:00 that yonderday. On the other end was “Lenore.”
“Hi Job. This is (“Lenore”). How are you?”
Until that instant, my outlook on life had been as promising and fertile [...]
The Horizon From Here
Posted in poetry on June 22, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
From my office window
a panorama view of forces in motion:
Lenore’s visiting late today
to remove the rest of her food and clothes;
threat of rain.
Love long . . . . . . . . and proper.
How I Wrote a Six-Hour Article in 14 Days
Posted in writing on June 21, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
Springfield is a town where big city notions about professionalism in communication often clash with the pancake-flat provincialism of central Illinoise . . . . and lose darn near every time. It’s not the fault of anyone that this is so; that’s just the way it is. Example if “big-city-ideals boy” truly believed in the [...]
Riding the Bird Into the Ground
Posted in writing on June 17, 2009 | 1 Comment »
Oh WOW, my 701st post at Honey & Quinine! I’ll try to make it worth your reading . . .
Someone — R.W. Emerson? H.D. Thoreaux? Paul Reubens? — said Most men lead lives of quiet desperation. That was before blogs were introduced to the tattered tapestries of lucid humanity. While blogs are quiet, if you [...]
Working Blue
Posted in writing on June 16, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
In the comedy performing business, “working blue” means working dirty. In the staying alive business “working blue” means working dirty as well; not obscene, not unhygenic, but dirty just the same. Since starting to ”work” for what I call “Rock City,” (not his real name) as web master, advertising consultant, special projects coordinator and showroom administrative [...]
Ten-Year-Old’s Bounty
Posted in arts, poetry, writing on June 15, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Ten-Year-Old’s Bounty
by Job Conger
The halcyon Springfield summer sang
a song of squeaky teeter-totters for two
in Washington Park,
Baseball diamonds that sparkled in the field
where the lofty carillon
stood sentry
gave way to
roses and glass-domed botanical garden.
The accidental scabs on elbows
came from not quite
taking the turn at the bottom
of Pavillion Hill
before rounding out westerly
and coasting on a racer-red Huffy to
blueberry [...]
Why the Mustache Had to Go
Posted in writing on June 14, 2009 | Leave a Comment »
For about 24 hours, I was hit by a sinus infection — might have been allergies — that had my sinuses draining like they were a faucet turned on to fill the sink in a hurry. About 22 hours into it, I decided the circumstance called for a sacrifice to placate the sinus god, so [...]