beneficence and loam

the desert has a feel
which cascades like water

an essence

your heart, and mind
to connect

makinging sense
of the known, and unknown

a sensibility, and notion
of mist and tone, saddlebag-brown

from the heavens, awashed and attuned
to the gifts

upon our beneficence
and loam

beneficence and loam was inspired by the poem The Desert Dance by Cindy Georgakas.

Photo by blende12, Pixabay

Jeff Flesch

Author, #1 Amazon New Release Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow

Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

Author of the Month, Jan/Feb 2022, Spillwords Press

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Winter Blossoms, Published at MasticadoresIndia

I am so pleased to announce that my poem, Winter Blossoms, is now available at MasticadoresIndia. Thank you to Terveen Gill, and the team at MasticadoresIndia for their continued support, and for publishing this piece.

Winter Blossoms

I wake up
and walk along the lonely trail

made out of
crushed fragments of love

for sale

in the night sky
these eyes…

I would be honored if you would go here, and read the rest of my poem. Thank you!

Photo by Joggie, Pixabay

Submissions are still open for the Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow: 30 Poems in 30 Days Collaboration. The submission details are located here.

#poetry, #desert, #growth, #healing, #heart, #life, #love, #masticadoresindia, #nature, #pain, #poem, #publication, #sandstone, #topography, #witness

#NatureSpeaks: 30 #Poems in 30 Days – Day 11: The Desert Dance, by Cindy Georgakas

Tumbleweed pulses through my veins,
of Baryshnikov’s dance.

I writhe in pain as I wrap my feet and smile.

My heart races as the heat of the desert scorches within

searching for an opening

my gut twisted in knots as I breathe in the beauty of the cholo cactus that runs through my spine out my crown Chakra,

reminiscent of the heavens I find within
you and me.

I take a bow to the audience and the vista-blowing tumbleweed that sweeps my heart to love that opens to the heavens.

Unsplash Photo Donald Gianni

The Desert Dance was inspired by the poem Green Leaves. You can read more of Cindy’s poetry on Unique Times with Cindy.

Submissions are still open for the Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow: 30 Poems in 30 Days Collaboration. The submission details are located here.

Jeff Flesch

Author, #1 Amazon New Release Nature Speaks of Love and Sorrow

Co-Author, #1 Amazon Bestseller, Wounds I Healed: The Poetry of Strong Women

Author of the Month, Jan/Feb 2022, Spillwords Press

#poetry, #30-poems-in-30-days, #awareness, #cactus, #conciousness, #desert, #healing, #heart, #landscape, #life, #love, #nature, #naturespeaks, #opening, #pain, #poem, #poems, #spirituality

shaded in love, we agree

Photo by David Wirzba on Unsplash

desert landscape,
apparently barren,
and unseen,
heat brings me
to my knees,
rocks and pebbles
embedded in dreams

rising from the floor,
transparent figures,
ghostly shapes,
reminding me,
plainly free

of past hindrances,
future dances,
you and me,
under the trees

shaded in love,
we agree

#poetry, #connection, #desert, #dreams, #emotions, #life, #love, #nature, #poem, #reminiscence, #shade

Haiku #8

Dry and arid landscape,
Cracks in the ground bring water.
Seed to stem. Renew.

Photo by Wolfgang Hasselmann on Unsplash

Photo Credit

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Fathers and Sons: Part 1

Photo by Conner Baker on Unsplash

Sitting on the porch, rocking back and forth, I reflect upon the birth of my sons. It feels like yesterday. Just a moment ago. And, then, flash, I am 46, they are 20, and 16. What happened?

Life happened.

Growing up in Los Angeles was for a long time something that I took for granted. I remember the first time I traveled across the country, via car. I said something to my buddy like, wow, it all looks like San Bernardino.

If you’ve been to Southern California, and spent anytime at all in the desert areas, of which San Bernadino is a part, you will get that reference. If not. Well, let’s just say that I had an idea in my head that all places looked like Los Angeles. Not so.

I digress.

Justin was born in 2000. I was 26. At the time, I remember thinking, jeez, I’m old, better hurry up and have kids, buy a house, live that American Dream everyone’s talking about. Really. WOW. I was young, not old.

We lived in two different apartments when Justin was little. First halloweens, first christmas, first-time parents. Phew. At that time, I worked close. I did work long hours, however, the work was very flexible.

Photo by Nathan Anderson on Unsplash

I remember when I got the call. I was on my delivery truck, called my boss and said, Justin’s coming. I’ve got to go. They covered me.

So excited, nervous, anxious, joyful. All at the same time. Justin was born quick. Very, quick.

Bringing him home was so nerve racking. What if I do something wrong? What if something happens? Well, my mother-in-law stayed with us for a week or two, and I called my mom regularly. Drawing upon the support we had. Very lucky to have it.

Anyway, we did end up purchasing a house when Justin was 4. Jason was born shortly thereafter. Only 4 years separate the two boys, and yet, we were completely caught off guard by having another child. Not prepared at all. Phew.

We did like many people do. We moved forward, did the best we could, and loved them both unconditionally.

I loved when they were little. Though I worked a lot, it was so much fun to see them play in the yard, play with our dog.

Photo by Robert Collins on Unsplash

Build things, tear things apart, be free.

Though we only lived in that house for 4 years, we did so many things together there. My memories of that time are so vivid. Possibly those memories are so vivid, as we were building a life.

Just starting out. Knew very little about what we were doing, yet we drew upon what we were taught, and created the rest. Filled the gaps.

First house, first backyard, first garage, first-time having neighbors in a house. All so new. The house was so small, yet had a huge lot. Was so great for the boys. Tons of space to roam and play.

That house was quite a ways from our extended family. 46 miles. Which, at the time, was like 5,000 miles.

You have to understand that, especially for me, we grew up in families where most people stayed very local.

All good. We took the boys to LA regularly to see their grandparents. We even sent Jenn and the boys to AZ, where her parents lived, so they could also visit them.

I remember the first time I took the Amtrak. What a different experience. Was fun. Back then you could actually smoke on a train. In a smoking car. Yep, they had those then.

Photo by JK on Unsplash

When Justin was 5 or so, and Jason was 1 or 2, we decided to sell and move to AZ. It was right before the housing crash. Really. Within two years that house we bought for $150,000 and sold for $370,000, was once again worth $150,000. Crazy.

We bought a house in Surprise AZ, and I went to work for US Foodservice. Huge company. Good training program, lots of work. During this time, Justin was in third grade, and Jason was spending portions of his day at a babysitter. We both worked, did, and still do. Normal.

Third grade was a difficult one for Justin. New school, new kids, new context, new State. Very different from where we were from. As with most things, there were those things we liked about AZ, and those we did not.

Beautiful winters, HOT summers. Still, there is something quite majestic about the desert. Really. If you’ve not spent a lot of time in the desert, check it out.

We were only in that house for 1.5 years. Housing crash. Foreclosure. Emotionally trying. Actually, in every way that time was challenging mentally, physically, and emotionally.

What does it mean to “lose” a home? Difficult. We were, of course, not alone. Many, many, people were in the same position in 2007 and 2008.

The home we ended up renting was only around the corner. Helped, in that Justin could stay in the same school. They both played outside a lot with the neighborhood kids. Fun, and fun to watch.


Well, let’s save that for Part 2. I’ll end with saying that being a father to two beautiful boys has been and is one of the greatest experiences of my life. And, I wouldn’t have shared it with anyone other than Jenn.

Being a father. Beautiful, wonderful, lovely, and hard, frustrating, and scary. Still is. More on that later. 🙂

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