social awkwardnesses

[joel]

Of course it’s frustrating for those (like me)
who want the world to be a loving place—
a place of more than mere acceptance— to
have recognized the social awkwardness
that’s just as integral in neighbors’ lives
as queer or color, face or faith or sex,
or any other quality of soul
whose loving validation is the goal
of so much hope— because we fear it wreaks
their smallest chance to join the joy that thrives
in interpersonal connectedness
(at least when such is well adjusted); few
of us are willing to admit the grace
it takes to love the freaks of whom are we.

[justwalt]

quite the range of perceptions...
the good, bad, ugly and beautiful,
seen through frustration, offering
a choice of free deserts, where
there is really only one item on
the menu worth tasting...
the unseen fault is no fault at all,
nor are the ones we do see.

Waiter!!!!

[dadio]

I love your poems. This is one of your best, Joel

[Hollweg]

I surround myself
with misfits; people with whom
I can fit right in.

[stilltrucking]

thank you

[constantine]

right on - honest and direct. no need to gild - no need to put it another way. the purity of these emotional truths speak for themselves - we have only to record them.

[creativesoul]

way cool
nice
reminds me of traveling home from chile
and telling my son"im always alone"
he said" mom, everyone feels akward, look at the floor"
ok i got it
i look them in the eyes now

[Sue Littleton]

Dear Joel,

The poem is really wonderful, but this is not why I am writing you. My e-mail, mujermaiz@yahoo.com, has been hacked, destroyed. I lost everything -- all my contacts, all my archives. Please e-mail me at susyqbid@yahoo.com

I have also written Doreen. I cannot even enter the mujermaiz mail (which I have had for over 12 years). Pray that no good friend sends those people money! There have been some serious close calls -- I will need your mailing address again. The book should be out the end of April or early May.

I brought this on myself by getting distracted by my two adorable grandchildren, the boy 8 and the girl 9, first cousins (of course). I left my e-mail open for about 12 hours. What a wealth of contacts those people have found! Too many individuals forget to remove the addresses of e-mails sent to them and then they send to others, and those will also be picked up for sly evil.

At the moment I don't have much creativity left, sigh! Hugs, Sue♥♥♥