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Spotlight on POETRY

by Johnny Butoric

Villanellesque for My Firstborn

Villanellesque for My Firstborn

Villanellesque for My Firstborn


With your eyes of steely gray

I swaddle you in penguin sleeping sack

You came and stole my heart away.


Your smile breaks as bright as day

While you hold me fast with hard eye contact

With your eyes of steely gray.


As we cuddle in my arms you lay

Oxytocin floods my cardiac

You came and stole my heart away.


I fell in love the moment I saw your face

We see in parenthood a looking back

With your eyes of steely gray.


You give me life with every rebel bay

When future seems both bleak and black

You came and stole my heart away.


My son, you’ve shown where home is at

As your grasp begs arms to stay

With your eyes of steely gray

You came and stole my heart away.






























Johnny Butoric is a poet in Jacksonville, AL, and has  a forthcoming collection of original poetry coming soon! Keep an eye on North Meridian Review for details: https://thenorthmeridianreview.org/north-meridian-books


Tippy-taps

Villanellesque for My Firstborn

Villanellesque for My Firstborn


My wife didn’t get the appeal of birds

She asked me, “Sell me on birds.”

We visited the ethereal beauty of St. Mark’s

Nature Refuge south of Tallahassee

Listening to the sonorous hum of that

Strange place soundtracked with

XM Radio Spa music while perching

Eagles watched us from storm-stripped

Trees dangling up in the swamp

On past the fire tower

The lighthouse gazes blindly

Towards the open Gulf

“Closed to the public”

We look up and see the sprawling

Osprey nest lipping over the great

Metal iris and one of the mating

Pair present and staring

From the rim of that highest point

Looking down at me

I look back

Ten minutes pass as we

Monster raptor and me

Bob and weave towards each other

In curiosity

Surrounded by the laughing calls

Of grackles thermal surfing on the wind

In the scraping tempo of swaying palms

Traipsing across the low-tide silt

Watching bubbles burst from crustacean periscope

Apertures appearing all along the beach

Seen too by the gliding flush swoops

Sand pipers floating in and out with the tide

Lunar hunters

Light shades in the passing glide

Sandhill cranes passing overhead

Something prehistoric wakes

Blazing blue streaks to a picnic table

Stellar’s jay far from home carrying

On its wing the fading snow

Bleeding spring a redwing falls on fallen fry

Only to be surmounted by

Bully gulls drifted in from the nearest

Walmart parking lot, somehow out of place,

But none of these appeased her moratorium

As much as endless euro tweaking eggs and cubes

Shifting over cardboard linen finished cards

Liz Hargrave’s Wingspan did her in

Not to mention a careful curation of parakeets tip tap dancing on the screen

Of her Instagram feed—

And I must admit,

When the birdsong rattles from late night

Lack of sleep in feeding a hungry babe

Despite the shrill insanity of morning

Calls and early worming din,

It’s the tippy-taps

That bring me back again.

SPOTLIGHT on Photography

Gerry Yaum: Social Documentary and Wet Plate Photographer

"The reason I make photographs is a simple one. I believe that social documentary photography can be a force for positive change in the world. I feel that social documentary photographs can help people in need."


Gerry Yaum is a Canadian social documentary photographer. “The People Who Live Under the Freeway” is a project that focuses on the lives of a group of Thai people who live under an active freeway in Bangkok’s notorious Klong Toey Slum.


Inspired by the great social documentary photographers W. Eugene Smith, Lewis Hine, and Sebastiao Salgado,  

Gerry Yaum is more interested in telling the stories of his subjects than promoting himself. From Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, Yaum is a self-taught photographer who began his journey with a camera at 14. He worked in security for 30 years, giving him the freedom and time to make photographs. 


For Yaum, nothing much else matters.


When asked about himself, he is quick to ask for the focus to be on the joy he finds in the process of photography, of creating, and in exploring the stories of his subjects: “I am inconsequential,” he muses:  “the photographs and the people in them are all that matters to me.”


To explore more of Gerry Yaum’s photography, learn more about the people and lives he documents, visit the links below, or click the photo to the left or below.  


www.gerryyaum.blogspot.com (photography blog) 

http://ambrotoskanata.blogspot.com (wet plate collodion blog) 

www.gerryyaum.net. (photography webpage)


Click image to visit site. 

From Focal Collective Share Your Story 


"The more I searched, the more people I found, the more stories that needed to be told. The People Who Lived Under the Freeway is an ongoing project. My friends who live under the freeway are the poorest of the poor of the slum. They are forgotten, kind, good-hearted, friendly people. Their stories need to be preserved, and I am hopeful the photographs will help them. "


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The People Who Live Under the Freeway

 Khun Dao and Khun Prem, walking the street at midnight to go buy some drinks lighter, THE PEOPLE WHO LIVE UNDER THE FREEWAY, Khlong Toei Slum, Bangkok, Thailand 2025jpg
 

    FAMILIES OF THE DUMP /PEOPLE WHO LIVE UNDER THE FREEWAY

     The University of New Brunswick double exhibition of THE FAMILIES OF THE DUMP and THE PEOPLE WHO LIVE UNDER THE FREEWAY. October 28-December 15, 2022. Fredericton, New Brunswick, Canada. 

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