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hospitality of the Dutch

January 30, 2019

I want to say a word about hospitality.

When I was a girl, going to my Dutch grandparents’ house was where I learned hospitality. We were immediate family, but oftentimes when my siblings and I were there, other people would stop in. They were usually part of the Dutch community, oftentimes family of my grandparents. My grandpa George was the oldest of 11. His siblings looked up to him, also because he was a very kind man, and would visit often.

There was a routine to these visits. First, sitting in their livingroom talking. After a good visit of about an hour, my grandma would then predictably say, “Let’s have a little lunch!” We would all then go into the kitchen, where I could count on a glass of 7-Up, cheese and crackers, and Dutch windmill cookies. Additionally, there were always chocolates with white cream filling, M&Ms, and Nonpareils (see photos).

The Dutch knew hospitality. I don’t think I taught my children well enough of this kindness to visitors. They would never have thought to be annoyed when someone stopped over to visit. No texting, no twittering, no Messenger-ing, but in-person visit time. My grandpa would make his coffee on a gas stove and watch it boil, then pour some into a cup. From the cup, he would pour a little into his saucer under the cup, and drink it from the saucer. I guess it cooled the boiling hot coffee.

Many happy hours were spent around their kitchen table, where they would tell stories to one another, and I was welcomed into the group, though a child. I learned much about family and how to treat a visitor.



August night

August 26, 2018

Night comes

and at first, cicadas,

their droning noise grinds to a crescendo,

then dwindles away,

Evening comes,

the sun is down,

but heat of August sun


white background noise

of insect calls

a quiet pitch continues.

The air conditioning broke tonight,

awakening childhood memories

of lying in bed, unable to sleep,

windows open to the night,

uncomfortable heat keeps me awake,

a bright moon rises

for her journey

across the darkened sky,

Animal sounds,

occasional siren,

slowly sleep,

enchanted dreams.

cfblack   08-26-2018


Hidden Words no.67

April 23, 2018

I haven’t posted one of these since 2014.


O SON OF BEAUTY! By My spirit and by My favor! By My mercy and by My beauty! All that I have revealed unto thee with the tongue of power, and have written for thee with the pen of might, hath been in accordance with thy capacity and understanding, not with My state and the melody of My voice.


Dear gun enthusiast

March 24, 2018

We don’t share your love of them.

They take lives of those we know.

They take futures of ones with much to give,

and who will never do so.

future scientist future nurse future leader in the universe,

future mother future wife future father future LIFE,

NONE of them are worth

all your fears of what you lose,

if we take AK-47s,

what the heck is that to you?

Hunting is a sport that you can do with bow and arrow

or a rifle, or a gun, but you don’t need rapid fire.

But I don’t need to convince you

because you will never change,

We will vote those out of office

who stand with the N.R.A.

So write it in your will

to be buried with your guns,

You can keep them there forever

buried with you 6 feet under,

Something is terribly wrong

when we can’t pass legislation

that is based on common sense

just to increase regulation,

To drive home after working,

you have passed a driver’s test,

and the tag on your license plate

says your car is registered,

but some disturbed and violent person

buys an AK at a gun show

and you don’t want a background check

to slow him down or make him wait.

And all those politicians

that you think are right behind you

will leave you in the dust

if the NRA stops funding.

This generation coming

watched their classmates fall before them,

and they see right through the veil

that is blinding your own vision,

But I don’t need to convince you

because you will never change,

We will vote those out of office

who stand with the N.R.A.

cfblack 03-24-2018










depression, or, “Sometimes I feel this way”.

March 7, 2018

You sleep

and sleep more,

don’t remember dreams

except to know they were somewhat disturbing.

You want a week

without interruptions

just to do nothing at all.

Every project thought of

feels overwhelming,

You don’t know how to begin.

There are meals to plan, diets to figure out,

power points to create for chapters unread,

Shelves to dust,

budgets to align,

Boxes of stuff to organize,

A 2:00 appointment

intrudes on your day,

makes you feel like

you can’t start anything.

You know how unreasonable

all of this sounds,

and you know to do anything

will change how you feel.

You decide on a shower,

This, itself, an accomplishment,

that gives reason to celebrate.

cfblack 03-07-2018


July 19, 2017

I pray that we awaken,

that we not succomb to hopelessness,

that corruption not encase us

in the inevitable Iron Cage,

I pray that we, as humanity,

not lose our unique ability

to READ and think BEYOND

the images blasted at us on TV,

———— this is a poem to be finished later………………………………………………




I need to tell my brother what I saw

July 16, 2017

Poem inspired by current events, being 63, and Stephen Stills’ song, “Singin’ Call.”


(be back later!!) Ciao





“Help me sweet Jesus, I’m weary from the journey,

I need to tell my brother what I saw…”  — Stephen Stills 2, Singin’ Call.

highway haiku

December 18, 2016

Driving into Savannah Fri. night, we saw many downed trees that were lying sideways, the tops of them near the highway, as if reaching towards us. They would suddenly appear, whitish-gray trunks of trees against the night, and I wrote this haiku:


Skeletons of trees,

Arms are reaching out to us,

Hurricane remnants.

Fruitcake haiku

December 4, 2016

He stirs the batter,
Makes fruitcakes with Great-Grandma,
Building memories.


(This Thanksgiving break, Zakiah our grandson helped AL’s mom make her annual fruitcakes she gives out to all the families. She makes chocolate ones, apricot, ones with white and what flour. She is too weak now to make them by herself and use the electric mixer. Zakiah, age 10, did that and built a relationship with her.)


End of semester

December 3, 2016

I sit, at my desk,

after 10 hours’ sleep

where I tossed and turned all night,

my body, settling,

my brain, active,

thoughts of my students raging aloud,

The morning sun streaming,

my coffee, strong,

it comforts me as I take it in,

For the end of a race,

you must save energy

for the final sprint, where you give it all,

Knowing this balance makes all the difference

and determines who wins the race,

My final sprint is a thousand emails,

a hundred papers to grade,

Notebooks filled with assignments

from anxious students on the last day,

… but a crisp, Fall morning beckons

for a leisurely walk around

my favorite park, with trees still standing,

as their beauty falls to the ground.


cfblack, 12-03-2016