I am Z

18:49 The sun had cast its last rays upon the fields, was slanting steady now along the eastern tree-tops burnished green in the distance, resting pink upon the smoky clouds which capped the hills. I sat by the fire feeling lazy after dinner, folding socks and t-shirts into bundles.

You wanna play outside? Was the phrase you’d cast with hope upon the torpid room; but nah was the only answer from the brothers gruff, and out you went alone and on your own, small and tough.

I took up my book which spake of all the things I’d wanted to write but hadn’t yet written, and allowing jealousy and frustration to remain folded with the clothes, I followed you out, taking a seat on rain-dampened mesh to let the words of another mother soak deep into my consciousness without the least bit of spite.

But out the corner of my eye above the page you were there, white-gold shock of hair and angled face relaxed in concentration, tongue dog-side between teeth fresh-cut like river pearls. Feet flying clad in electric blue, gleaming soles, something new no hand-me-down for you; not this time at least, my littlest man.

An old black board on wheels spray-painted neon green; such a jump, no scream! Silence, but for the clattering of your fancy feet. Strong and slim, the way you skip the magic surf! A concrete wave above the turf, you bounce and twist as though the surfaces were pliant, and superheroes could be real.

Beneath the tree my aging gaze alights alive, you’ve shown the world as jump and jive, the sky descends and then flings wide, and at last I understand

that nothing’s ever about me.

Boy, you set me free.



Image: Big Tree and Patio See, by Z (used with permission; all rights reserved. 🙂 2019-10-17)

Nadine inhales & exhales words & images from current vantage point in Zone of Emptiness, France. Thank you for reading. ❤︎


10 thoughts on “I am Z

  1. This is gorgeous Nadine, so happy to read a post from you!!! The love evident in this abounds, and your generosity with it so evident. Love your descriptions of his teeth like river pearls and the energy and lyricism with which it flows ❤️💕

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    1. Rachel, you’re so kind! Thanks a lot, it was so much fun to write. I just let this one flow right after the scene took place, and the best thing was Z loved it and said, yeah, publish it. Lots of fun. This is how creativity should feel more often for me I think. Hugs and thanks again. xoxoxo

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        1. Nice work Joseph, ever the artistic adventurer. 👏👏👏 So glad you asked about the MasterClasses. I just started one by the amazing editor of Vogue magazine, Anna Wintour. She really is a fantastic teacher. I haven’t progressed in it though, because I keep meaning to do a post here with some class notes from the first three lessons before moving further into the class, since her wisdom could apply to writing or any profession. Thanks for the motivation. 😊🙏👌


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