Under Sonoran Skies, Prose and Poetry from the High Desert
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The authors of this wonderful anthology include: Bill Black [magician, poet, storyteller and MC] is published in regional and international magazines. Jeanne Burrows-Johnson is an internationally published wordsmith, design consultant, performance coach and public speaker. Susan Cosby-Patton [retired language arts instructor and poet] is published regionally and nationally. Kay Lesh, Ph.D., [educator and psychotherapist] authors professional articles and books and conducts seminars and workshops. Retired minister Patricia Noble is an author, educator, and speaker who has aired radio essays and published journal articles. Larry Sakin is an observational and attitudinal writer, green energy entrepreneur and political consultant.
In addition to literary subjects like philosophy, personal relationships, war, animal companions, and phases of life, they also examine the environment, history, business, politics, and mythology. The eleven themed chapters allow readers to read the book sequentially, or select from a variety of topics:
1. Visioning the Craft
2. Places Far and Near
3. The Changing West
4. Of Men and Women
5. Family, Friends, and Other Loves
6. Health, Wealth, and Happiness
7. Seasons of Life
8. Choice and Change
9. Myth, Magic, and Inspiration
10. Business, Culture and Society
11. Crafting the Vision
EDITORIAL REVIEW EXCERPTS [12/9/11]
UNDER SONORAN SKIES PROSE AND POETRY FROM THE HIGH DESERT REVIEWS
'Under Sonoran Skies has a number of bright spots.... One might dip in and out of the book, reading only that which catches the eye.'...
Foreword Reviews, Clarion Review *****
'The pieces are generally quite brief, somewhat humorous and fairly casual....The strongest section in the collection is the poetry.'
Kirkus Reviews
'Readable, entertaining, well-indexed collection of poetry and prose...Includes local history, professional experiences and personal memoirs.'
Arizona Daily Star
'....Readers will be taken away with these writings about a lot of different situations and places....This is all good. Someone called this book brain candy, and that is just my thoughts about it as well....It has something for everyone to enjoy!'
Readers Favorite
'Beautiful hardcover book....The subjects have no bounds and the rhythm feels good....I read each poem and liked them all....The prose is also well-researched and well-written.'
Green Valley News
'...Author’ insights provide a balance that will engage readers of every age....an ideal way to create reflective meaningful moments....a positive listening experience.'
Seattle Post-Intelligencer
'This anthology is well put together and a perfect anytime read...These authors are indeed true writers and artists. I hope they keep in touch and grace us with another compilation soon. '
Top Book Reviewers *****
Jeanne Burrows-Johnson
Author Jeanne Burrows-Johnson embraces years in the performing arts, education, and marketing. Academically, she became a member of Phi Beta Kappa while finishing a Bachelor of Arts degree in history at the University of Hawai`i. During graduate studies and a teaching assistantship, she joined Phi Alpha Theta. She’s also a member of the National Writers Union, Sisters in Crime, Arizona Mystery Writers, and the British Association of Teachers of Dancing, Highland Division. Having lived in Hawai`i for 20 years, it’s no surprise her readers sample its lush environs while examining puzzling deaths, snippets of pan-Pacific history, and her heroine’s haunting visions. Project descriptions, Island recipes, and a link to a writing and marketing blog are at JeanneBurrows-Johnson.com.
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Under Sonoran Skies, Prose and Poetry from the High Desert - Jeanne Burrows-Johnson
I. Visioning the Craft
Susan Cosby-Patton
My Poetry
Susan Cosby-Patton
Music of the Soul
Patricia Noble
Jazz Joint
Bill Black
Courage, Camille
Larry Sakin
The Guitar at the Eldon Bar
Bill Black
II. Places Far and Near
Bill Black
I Cannot Find Sanctuary
Bill Black
My Patio
Susan Cosby-Patton
Pima County’s Historic Courthouses
Jeanne Burrows-Johnson
It’s Such a Tiny Patch of Green
Susan Cosby-Patton
The Place of Compassion
Patricia Noble
The Pennsylvania Spillway
Susan Cosby-Patton
III. The Changing West
Susan Cosby-Patton
Early History of Tucson and Her Cemeteries
Jeanne Burrows-Johnson
The Barn
Bill Black
While the River Flows On
Bill Black
Time’s Shadows
Jeanne Burrows-Johnson
Sunset
Susan Cosby-Patton
¿Quién Vivió Aquí?
Susan Cosby-Patton
So Long Range
Bill Black
IV. Of Men and Women
Bill Black
Mountains and Hills
Susan Cosby-Patton
A Modern Model of Motherhood
Patricia Noble
Homage to My Thighs
Susan Cosby-Patton
Adventures in Middle-Aged Dating
Larry Sakin
Body Music #1
Bill Black
Retirement
Kay Lesh
Holiday Journey Home
Susan Cosby-Patton
V. Family, Friends, and Other Loves
Susan Cosby-Patton
Labradorian Dreams
Bill Black
Mysteries of Marriage
Patricia Noble
A Small Concern
Susan Cosby-Patton
Flying Home
Kay Lesh
Dinner Promptly at Five
Susan Cosby-Patton
Cookie Time
Kay Lesh
Joshua Finds a Home
Susan Cosby-Patton
Love’s Enigma
Patricia Noble
Addled
Larry Sakin
VI. Health, Wealth, and Happiness
Patricia Noble
Pain
Susan Cosby-Patton
How to Be Really, Truly Well
Patricia Noble
Poetry Lesson
Bill Black
In Praise of Viagra
Bill Black
Father Confessor
Larry Sakin
Farewell Uterus
Susan Cosby-Patton
VII. Seasons of Life
Susan Cosby-Patton
Yuletide in Tucson: 1878
Jeanne Burrows-Johnson
A Woman At . . .
Susan Cosby-Patton
Final Wishes
Larry Sakin
Four Seasons
Bill Black
Ceremony
Kay Lesh
Garden of Memory
Bill Black
A Flowing River Gathers No Moss
Patricia Noble
Gold, Silver and Blue
Bill Black
VIII. Choice and Change
Larry Sakin
Indecisive
Bill Black
Imaging For Change
Patricia Noble
Friendly Fire
Susan Cosby-Patton
Friendly Fire
Bill Black
Bringing Home the Bacon
Kay Lesh
Everyday Heroes
Patricia Noble
A Declaration of Complete Independence
Larry Sakin
Old Eyes, Grey Souls
Bill Black
Winter Water
Susan Cosby-Patton
IX. Myth, Magic, and Inspiration
Patricia Noble
As a Jewel in the Crown
Susan Cosby-Patton
The Tao of Driving
Patricia Noble
Through God’s Eyes
Susan Cosby-Patton
Prologue to Prospect for Murder
Jeanne Burrows-Johnson
Ghost Riddle
Bill Black
Timelessness
Patricia Noble
The Bourbon Eulogy
Bill Black
Finding Lost Souls
Bill Black
The Masks
Bill Black
X. Business, Culture and Society
Susan Cosby-Patton
Bessie Lincolnfelter
Susan Cosby-Patton
Demarcation Line
Bill Black
X
Larry Sakin
Clearing the Deck for Success
Patricia Noble
Mining Our Golden Brand
Jeanne Burrows-Johnson
How to Be a Millionaire
Patricia Noble
XI. Crafting the Vision
Susan Cosby-Patton
Cowboy Poetry Spoken Here
Bill Black
Your Inner Dragon
Patricia Noble
Sketch of a Creative Mind
Bill Black
Finding Your Voice
Susan Cosby-Patton
Words
Susan Cosby-Patton
Ghost Writer
Bill Black
A Brush of Many Colors
Jeanne Burrows-Johnson
Writer in Denial
Larry Sakin
Yesterday
Susan Cosby-Patton
About the Book and Its Authors
Index of Genres
Index of Searchable Terms
Eye World, Public Domain
I.
Visioning the Craft
A poem
is like a kitten’s purr
starting deep within its throat,
bubbling up from contentment,
rumbling through despair,
until it becomes a lion's roar.
Susan Cosby-Patton
My Poetry
Susan Cosby-Patton
. . . is not obscure.
It is art,
a picture
composed with words
Similes
Metaphors
Imagery
Carefully chosen
by this artist
to evoke emotion
to give life to an idea
Never to confuse.
If you, the reader,
wish to interpret,
feel free.
If you need to ruminate . . . so be it.
But first
immerse yourself
in the poem,
luxuriate in the
warmth of the words
Relish
the tingle of the analogies,
let them titillate the senses.
Only then,
if you must call on
Freud . . .Jung. . .Erickson
are you welcome
to turn my
painting into
sophomoric rhetoric.
Music of the Soul
Patricia Noble
Are you a music lover? You may feel that your favorite kind of music seems to touch something mysterious within you and bring you great fulfillment. You could say that music touches the soul.
Music is personal. For some people today, the music of the soul is a Beethoven symphony. For others, the soul music is jazz. For still others, it is the pulsating rhythms of dance music and the movements of the dance that are deeply fulfilling. There is something inherent in the human personality that causes us to relate to certain kinds of music. Music fulfills a spiritual need. Music has been a form of spiritual and cultural expression from the beginning of time. In the Dances of Universal Peace, from the Sufi Muslim tradition, the purpose of the dance is to liberate the music of the dancer’s soul.
Where do the sounds of music come from? When we look at a musical instrument, we can’t SEE the sound. When playing, do we put the music INTO the instrument? No – we bring the music OUT of the violin or the piano, or the singer. The music is already IN the instrument or the vocalist. When we play or sing or dance, we liberate
the sound. The player or the singer becomes as one with the music. In a way we ARE the sound.
I’ve been thinking that music is like prayer. Both prayer and music bring us joy, peace, and harmony, and touch our souls. We often use similar words to describe our experiences with prayer and with music. People whose musical ear is not well developed may say, I can’t sing,
or I must be tone deaf,
or I just don’t understand music.
Those with little experience with prayer may say, I don’t know how to pray,
or God never answers my prayers,
or I don’t know what spirituality is all about.
The fact is, whatever our experience with music, we can learn to hear and appreciate the meaning of the music – if we are willing to learn something about it and to let ourselves respond to it. The same goes for prayer. Practice improves our experience.
Music of the soul is the Spirit within us, always ready to break free, only waiting to be liberated. In the same way, the elements of creation are already there, within us, waiting for us to use them in unique ways to express our own individual soul music. We sing and play and dance to different music for different purposes, but the objective is the same as that for prayer: joy, peace, harmony, love, deep fulfillment, and a feeling of unity with the sacred.
Do you feel the music rising and pulsating within you? YOUR soul music is ready to break free. YOUR creativity is ready to be tapped. YOUR life is ready to sing and play and dance to the music of your soul. Go for it!
Jazz Joint
Bill Black
Ya’ll come, ya’ll come.
Take the train to a Hundred Eighty Second Street,
From the stairs go two blocks east for a treat.
Ya’ll come, ya’ll come.
Go up the stairs by the candy store,
The door’s on the right on that floor.
Ya’ll come, ya’ll come.
The bar stretches along the left,
The stage is crossways in the corner cleft.
Ya’ll come, ya’ll come.
Nights of Blues and Jazz float in
The smoke and bar scent skin.
Ya’ll come, ya’ll come.
Night music dwells in this room
As we worship in this ghetto tomb.
Ya’ll come, ya’ll come.
As dawn breaks, we must retreat
But music stays in our heartbeat.
Ya’ll come, ya’ll come.
The day awakes as we are weary.
The music lives as we go bleary
To the daily grind to get the pay
That keeps us fed and lets us play.
Ya’ll come, ya’ll come.
Scotch and bourbon pick-me-ups
Discreetly fill coffee cups.
With eggs and grits as our chow,
We stir to another day somehow.
Ya’ll come, ya’ll come.
In a generation, our nights become legendary
As late night sessions and a smoky music vocabulary,
But no one will really be able to see
The worlds we created at quarter to three.
Ya’ll come, ya’ll come.
Courage, Camille
Larry Sakin
In 1993, I was tour manager for a famous rock band from the Chicago area. They had several hit songs in the seventies, eighties and nineties, but now, the boys were past their prime charts-wise, and were reduced to being an opener.
The audience heckled the band mercilessly as they blithely played their hit songs and some new material as the audience roundly ‘booed’ them and acted with ADD-like impatience for the main act to climb onto the stage. After each show, the lead singer of my intrepid band, Rodney, and the guitarist, Robert, would see the disappointment in my eyes. They surrounded me, and gave me a couple of crazed looks as they put their hands on my shoulders. Robert chortled a bit and said Relax, things are going to get better when we reach Asia.
I was not comforted by this positive affirmation. The band played twenty-five more shows in the U.S., all to the same effect. In Dallas, one idiot in the audience threw an empty bottle of Bud at Mike, the bass player, hitting him in the eye. Mike, still playing his bass with one hand, reached down, grabbed the bottle, and hurled it right back at the guy, knocking him on the temple. A fight broke out in the guy’s row. Security had to break it up and kick everyone from the row out. The show finally ended, and I was even more depressed about being involved with this tour. Robert and Robin patted me on the back as they exited the stage, Robert saying, I know what you’re thinking, but things will definitely get better in Asia.
We ended the U.S. tour at Lollapalooza LA. From there we went to Asia, and the boys continued to reassure me the crowds would be much more receptive. Our first stop was in Seoul, South Korea, where we had a three-night gig. We played at the official state theatre, which was a moribund venue with lousy acoustics.
The boys came out on stage each night, and just played their hearts out. Robin jumped and danced around on stage as did Rick the guitarist. Brad beat the hell out of his skins. The song would end, and the crowd of selected kids, mostly academic powerhouses, politely applauded. No whoops or whistles, no commentary and certainly no dancing -- just polite applause. It was disheartening. No one could tell if the kids really liked what they heard. After the show, a few very select kids got to come backstage and meet the band. They'd shake the boys' hands and say in their best English, Thank you for your most entertaining show,
bow, and then move next to the door while the others had their chance. Everybody's mood dropped like a pall after the gig was over except for Robert and Rodney, who were upbeat as usual. They looked at me and before they could tell me things would get better, I just shook my head at them and said, I don’t want to hear it.
Next up was a show at the Budokan in Tokyo. In Japan, the band is equivalent to the Beatles, so we knew the concert would get a large and very appreciative crowd.
That was certainly the case. The stadium filled to capacity the night of the show, and fans screamed and yipped like rabid coyotes during the first part of the show. I was beginning to feel better about the whole tour as the boys would look at me on the sidelines, winking, or giving me the thumbs up sign, telling me they had reached a temporary Nirvana as they played.
But something told me it wouldn’t last, and I was right.
Halfway into the set, a huge monsoon visited the stadium, soaking fans and giving flight to microphone stands, monitors, several small amps and a couple of members of the road crew. The audience dispersed, while those crew members still standing flitted about the stadium, trying to salvage whatever they could of the equipment strewn to the four corners of Tokyo. The band members stayed on stage, splashing each other by stomping on the huge puddles of mud coagulating on the stage.
I met the band back at the downtown Tokyo hotel. Even with the disaster we just experienced, Robert and Rodney mugged stupid grins at me while my blackened mood used my blue eyes to stare them down, rebuking them for their childlike enthusiasm. Robert came right up to me, hugging me this time, and whispered, Courage, Camille, it’s not over yet. You’ll see -- it will get better.
The next day, Tokyo took on beautiful orange and blue hues while we packed the equipment trucks. The band and I took the Shinkansen bullet train to Narita Airport. I couldn’t help thinking what a nightmare the whole tour had been -- from Chicago to Tokyo. It was hard to imagine that this band would ever be welcomed back to play anywhere again. As much as I liked everyone in the group, I figured this was the death knell for a band that had made a