Where I’m From

Image Source Flickr.com Photo by Naotake Murayama http://www.flickr.com/photos/naotakem/135259793/in/photostream/

Image Source Flickr.com
Photo by Naotake Murayama 

 

California Girl
Maryann Saylor
9/2009

I am from
sunny San Diego days,
The Beach Boys crooning California Girls,
palm trees stretched 20 feet into the virtually cloudless sky, and
“June gloom” that burns off around noon, if you’re lucky.

I am from the beaches: Pacific, Blacks, La Jolla, Mission, Coronado, Solana–
the waters of Mission Bay sparkling like a liquid sequin dress,
pelicans and Navy helicopters float by overhead,
sandy havens, the landmarks of my life.
I’m from the sun setting succinctly over the quieting, gray ocean,
orange-red-purple orb of idealism.

I’m from little money and
nearly constant struggle,
from shuffling back and forth, one parent to another,
hoping that this time they’d be able to control their dysfunction and get the whole parenting thing right.
I’m from 6 schools from 6th to 12 grades,
living a nomadic youth, even though my parents stayed planted in the same places, their worlds never changing while mine was a mixture of the familiar and the unknown.

I’m from
January 26th, a daughter of the 60’s,
a child of immigrant grandparents who raised rabbits in their backyard
and drove an electric golf cart to the grocery store.
I’m from “Buon giorno” and “Arrivederci”, “Mangia! Mangia!”, “Buona notte” and “Molto grazie!”
I’m from “Pay yourself first” and “There are poor, starving children in India. Eat up.”
and “If you had a brain you’d be dangerous.”

I am from
guacamole and pico de gallo,
taquitios at El Indio,
apricots and figs, kiwi’s and pomegranates as red as blood.
I’m from a block of parmesan atop a metal grater resting in the middle of the table,
its permanent home and
dry Nestle Toll House cookies that only meant one thing to me: love

I am from towns within towns
and cities within cities.
I’m from
a place so embedded I couldn’t wash from my skin if I tried,
not that I’d ever want to.
I am from this place that’s in every part of me,
every thought
every exhalation,
every syllable of every word I speak.

 

Our First Poems are Posted!

The time has finally arrived for you to plunk yourself down in a comfortable chair with your laptop and a cup of hot coffee by your side.  Be sure to allow yourself enough time to thoroughly enjoy these first poetic offerings–list poems–written not to tell a story, so much, or convey emotions, or to jangle the coins of sound, but written, instead, to better express a list of ideas, thoughts, images or feelings that are connected in some way. There will be more to come, but for now, get comfy and enjoy!

Mrs. Saylor and her Creative Writing students

Creative Writing students have been writing!

Dear Visitors,

My Creative Writing students have been working on a number of different pieces, and soon this group of highly creative young writers will be able to have their work posted on this blog for the world to see!  Most seem excited about having their finished products published using this brand new method, and frankly, my emotions are running high as well.  Each year I renew my commitment to providing an outlet for my students’ writing to reach an audience beyond the classroom, but with the use  of this blog, they will be able to write for an audience far beyond the confines of building and our district.  Despite the relentless attachment of the writer to paper and and its sluggish pace for publication,  this electronic medium releases the writers’ words to the world in an instant.  When these students publish on this blog, they will be, in effect, inviting the world to an international grand opening of this web-based gallery, a place where their fine pieces of writing can be savored, pondered, and appreciated by an audience far broader than any previously used printed form ever could.

It will be a few weeks before any of the pieces of writing appear, and while I hate to make you wait, I am certain that the anticipation you undoubtedly feel will give way soon enough to satisfaction when the poems are ready for your perusal.  Keep checking back, and one day you’ll be rewarded with a basket of fresh-picked poetic delights.  We can’t wait to surprise you with them!

Thank you for stopping by.

Maryann Saylor