Turtlenecks and Pearls


So, I was thinking about the most random thing earlier today. The idea of Hell and what I would consider to be completely miserable consumed a few minutes of my afternoon. You know, classic work thoughts. Turtlenecks quickly came to mind.

When I was younger, I was forced to wear them and I despised them. Still do—but I just don’t wear them! The last time I did try to wear one, I had to go home and change because I couldn’t stop tugging at the collar of that ridiculous, maroon mf’er. Into the trash it went. 

Generally, I am not what one would consider to be claustrophobic; I mostly prefer safe, enclosed environments. The idea of endless space and/or falling into the sky has always been frightening to me. Keep me grounded, please!

Anyway, I came to the conclusion that, if the damned are forced to wear uniforms in Hell, a turtleneck must be a component of the agonizing outfit. My train of thought took me back to a story one of my besties told me years ago…

One day, she decided to wear a string of pearls she had inherited from some family member. She was going out that night and the look just seemed right. The feeling did not last long—she found herself at a social gathering feeling choked by her glistening heirloom. What ensued was a certain sort of struggle.

She tried and tried to properly remove the necklace, but could not seem to subdue the bastard. After giving it her best shot, she finally seized hold of the sinister strangler and ripped it right off. Pearls broke loose and fell to the ground.

From the way she described the experience, I am confident she does not regret breaking the necklace and does not miss it at all. I can empathize—because of the turtlenecks. One person’s accessories and garments can truly be another person’s worst nightmare.

As I am typing, I can almost feel the devil’s hands around my neck.


Z

 

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Gravity

Green Calcite

Gravity

I remember the walls.
We sure knew how
to fill a space.
Before we decided to try
an open floor plan—

Instantaneous weightlessness!

Please grab hold of something.
I need to share what I know now

about me:
I really do miss all the rooms,
the decor, and our friends!
I cannot live without gravity.


Z

Words

A sales meeting in 1956; Cincinnati

Words

You know what I think:
The words that we say
could very well be shot
back to us one day

Do I think about
tomorrow?
Life’s little invoices do
tend to arrive after
the make-or-break
moments—
have passed us by

I need to try to make
each and every word
I can consciously say
feel good both now
and even after
today


Z

To not. look. sad.

To not. look. sad.

You are always down
after she leaves
No need to be!
Soon enough, I am sure
you could choose to miss her
once again

She will return—
and then fly away—
again. again. & again.
So, at least, do try your
damnedest, you!
to not. look. sad.


Z

Quicksand

Quicksand

Ground can be tricky—and
we know we’re in deep trouble
when our feet like to stand in

quicksand

Never did I stop to think the struggle
accelerates and ensures the lethal sink 
I began to see each part of me
disappearing

Took a look around—one last time
Let memories invade

Certain I was the upcoming remains
underground

The darkness had won!
Curtains of clouds put out the sun
Another sucker couldn’t withstand
quicksand


Z

 

A Lesson in Red Satin

Recently, a friend of mine sent a text that read, “Can I call you?” I was available and let her know. She called and stated that she was in a bind and that her school (she works at a college) had an art exhibit that day and she was concerned some of the people who were supposed to have art displayed would not come through. I agreed to send a few photos over electronically for her and her coworker to print out and get out there. 

I receive a frantic call a few hours later. “Zac, I just got home from work. The lady in charge of the fundraiser just called me and said that you won an award and you need to be there to accept the money some woman put into the prizes.” I did not realize my piece could win any competition and definitely was not expecting to receive any money. I had a half hour to get dressed and show up to receive the award. It was actually fun. 

Later that night, I got to thinking about how strange and fun that experience was and how much I love a sporadic adventure. I considered this an adventure and was extremely grateful. I remembered something from earlier in the week. 

My buddy from college, Heath, is a rapper and just released a new album. He put a post on Facebook and was interested in finding out how many of his fans would be interested in receiving an autographed actual CD in the mail (apparently these have been fading out for a while). I had neither listened to his album nor had seen him for years. But, he was always so sweet to me and was one of those guys who is an awesome person—genuinely! The mouse pretty much clicked itself.

The cool correlation between these two events left a smile on my face. I have begun to realize, over the years, how important it is to support our friends who are doing their thing and following their dreams. All too often, people expect art to be for free (even friends) and it can leave anyone who has created something and put themselves out there feeling vulnerable and insecure. I want to fight that. I am a supporter of my friends who create and I know from experience that the support can and will come back. 

Just wanted to share my thoughts. Oh, also, I got second place. Coming in second never felt so good.


Z

Is spring the time to change?

Wednesday, March 20th is the first day of spring. I am so ready for warmer weather, to not having to wear multiple layers of clothing, and for all the pretty flowers to appear. My birthday is in April so, admittedly, I have always loved spring in a sort of selfish way. But, like so many other folks, I take pleasure in waving goodbye to winter. 

Earlier this week, I was thinking about change and when it turns out to be anticipated and welcome versus shocking and unexpected. I have learned many times over the years that I do not always handle change well. I started to remember certain experiences in my life when change actually turned out to be welcome and unexpected. An experience I had at lunchtime came to mind. 

I was speaking to a woman I have known for quite some time. She had never been the slightest bit interesting to me and, honestly, I had found her to be a bit cold. The two of us began speaking casually about some nonsense. But, before I knew it, we found ourselves belly-laughing about a predicament she always finds herself in—like we hot messes tend to do! We must have chatted for 30 minutes. She might not know it, but her story should be part of some comedy routine; I found myself laughing about her flawless delivery all day. Anyway, we now have inside jokes and found out we both possess hopeless afflictions in life. We will chuckle when we run into each other. 

A lesson I have learned many times is that I am not the best at first impressions. I can be so sure about somebody or something only to realize I am totally wrong. After trying to determine which type of change being wrong is to me, I was certain it is welcome and unexpected. 

Spring is coming. We know this to be true. Many of us are anxiously waiting to greet the new season with open arms. I am going to try to be optimistic about all of what I can’t foresee. Who knows? Maybe a bouquet of surprises has bloomed and is waiting around the corner. Springtime might be the right time to allow changes to be flowers.


Z