Flashing Back While Zooming Ahead

A quick flashback to Santa Cruz because someone reminded me it's FRIDAY!  That picture just makes me smilesmilesmile!

The blogging hiatus is over.  I know all of you out there have been waiting with bated breath wondering if I would ever return.  If I would somehow be able to convince some stodgy Salt Lake librarian that Nakedjen was not a porn site (goddess and heaven forbid!), but was truly just a blog written by a sometimes naked woman who seems to think she's got a lot to say. 

At least most days she does.

The librarians of Salt Lake, I'm here to report, stood firm in their commitment to not allowing me to access Nakedjen.  However, we do have an angel in our midst with a very large and generous heart.  And because of his amazing generosity (I am still ferklempt) I am quite sure I will be blogging away about all things important and perhaps not so important for years to come.  A new MacBook arrived on my doorstep today.  Brand spanking new.  Zip.Zap.Zoom!

While I was trying to be patient and wait for the UPS man to arrive today with my new MacBook, I realized that there were still quite a few boxes here at SaltyChezNaked (the Salt Lake version) that had not yet been unpacked.  So I started to actually unpack them.  I mean, well, I've been here now for nearly 6 months.  It doesn't seem likely that anyone else is going to be unpacking them. 

In the first one, I came across this envelope that had a return address on it that I didn't recognize.  So I pulled out the contents and there, inside, was a long and lovely LOVE LETTER from some guy named Jeff.  To me.  Reading it I suddenly remembered that he and I had met while sitting next to one another at a Broadway play in 1985.  That's 23 years ago!  We had chatted during intermission and after the play, he asked me to go to dinner with him.  Which I did.  It turned out that he was from Washington, D.C. and he was also a writer.  Reading his letter, I was reminded that we dated a few times when I would visit my family, but I have no idea, honestly, whatever happened to him. 

However, along with the love letter were a stack of poems that I had written.  Again, from 23 years ago.  Reading them today made me laugh.  Oh, I thought I was so, well, I don't even know what I thought I was.  I'll just share that I spent all my time those days dressed from head to toe in solid black and pretty much barking at everyone.  Uber-Bitch is probably the best way to describe me.

I'm going to share those poems with you now.  So you all can have a giggle, too.  A little something from 21 year old me to all of you.  Enjoy.

3:30

You frighten me
talking without mentioning my name.
Have you forgotten who I am,
or are you just not able to say it?
The time passes so silently
digital numbers flashing minutes,
hours that are gone.
It is too late to say any more
and too early not to.

Sea Breezes

Budweiser cold from the ice-box
washes down lobster, clams and mussels
at the picnic table tucked on the back porch.
While his children sleep on soft
down pillows under woolen blankets,
we sip cranberry juice stung with vodka
stealing shy glances,
secretly applauding the sunset.

Strawberry Jam

As day came creeping up from behind the ocean,
we drove along the beach,
winding on Surf Avenue towards your mother's cottage.
The warm croissants caused steam on the windshield,
while at each curve I reached to keep
the little red and yellow pots of jam
from slipping off the dashboard.

Lovers' Lives and Forty-Fives

He is a single.
(and like any single,)
He has an A side and a B side.

The A side: the hit
                  the catchy hook that snags the pretty people
                  the tune that makes them take him home

They buy him for the A side
That's all he ought to play

One night,
the needle has gouged out the hit once too often
They know every note by rote
They lip-sync each lyric like litany

And they'll maybe turn him over
to try his other side

The B side: sometimes it's not what they wanted at all
                  and sometimes too good to believe

But even so, they'll turn him back over
And remember him for the hit.

de rien

That night
you comforted and cuddled
and promised with whispers
of I love you in the darkness.

This night
we sit silent statues
and I love you
is too frightful to say.

Comments

[ronfortoby]

Temp 77.7 Sky = blue, Wind = light E.zephyrs.
Still in contact with Wendee?. At least I know who the persons are - Your the blonde.
Love. and buy a big hat.

[bornfamous]

I've solved the mystery of Dick Cheney's naked woman--it's YOU!

[wdc]

Loving seeing us! YAY for a new computer. I am sure you have a lot to share with us since you were *quiet* for so long.
love you.

[punxsyphil]

The universal credit card works again!

[ronfortoby]

No puede esperarle para fijar.

¿Saludos de Perth Australia occidental, yendo a conseguir un sombrero grande y a presentarse en él para el viernes próximo?

[ronfortoby]

A magnitude 6.1 earthquake struck off the Pacific Coast of Guatemala on Monday, according to the US Geological Survey, but there were no immediate reports of damage or injuries.

Jen's arrived