MY WRITING – Page 5 – TOWARD THE CLEARING by Jean Cassidy

Out of Thin Air

One of the last two steamships fitted with sails, huge spread of canvas, three steel masts to court the wind, she delivered my father’s family to the new world, from the cargo hold called ‘Tween Decks the space reserved for rudder controls...

International Studies, 1967

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On our way to breakfast,we meet a small pigtethered to a tree.We name her Pinkand greet her daily,until she is servedat evening meal.

September Song

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The BOY with PREDATION on HIS MIND

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The Conundrum

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By Jean Cassidy and published in “The New Depressus” in The Guardian US edition, August 19.2017

The Significance of Apple

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On Peeling a Potato

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When peeling a potato, don’t stop to eradicate every eye, or you’ll lose perspective; imperfections can be dealt with later.

On Art, and Finding a Way Home

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I think art of any kind has to do with finding one’s way home, that is, back to oneself perhaps for the first time. Art often helps connect heart and mind, to find the story one is searching for.

Commerce

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In the third grade I learned what it meant. Intrigued, I began to notice all the stuff for sale in our town. I pictured hordes of cargo planes filling the skies, as they traversed oceans, east to west and back again, to deposit crates full of the...

TOWARD the CLEARING Chapbook and CD

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EPIGRAPH From the foreground we see the clearing as it emerges at woods edge through the canvas , a lifetime away. Beyond in mist the future is alluring. Rippling water and stepping stones show the way, smooth, strategic at start, but the...

The Role of Raspberry

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Because edible raspberries have perennial roots,but biennial shoots, the fruit takes longer to show up; it needs a good chilling first. It’s vigorous and invasive andgrows underground, emerging far from where you’d expect. One-hundred and two...

Polio in Chicago, 1946

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A typical mid-summer morning in the city, the air weighted with swelter late August 1946. My brother is four and on his way to Riverview Amusement Park with our Mom, who is lumbering into the second half of her pregnancy with me. An outing, just...