There are lots of reasons for me to engage the notion of resilience and hope – my boys (two of my six, 3 boys and 3 girls) form the core. From their earliest days I’ve insisted that they learn to think before they take on something to do. They have responded well to this suggestion (nagging). This is not to say my daughters have not followed in the same way – (but they have not given me material to post – once they do they too will be featured on this blog) for the most part they too take up my suggestion.
Whenever I receive material from either of them I will publish their words here. For years I have wanted any, if not all my children to publish their writings. So far I have published “Me Metaphors“, Seth’s poem, then there is Mackenzie’s short story “And his eyes read ‘End’” and now the follow, which Mackenzie’s review that is being published in an online magazine (his second such review).
Like KISS piro-technicians that stole the nuclear codes, Lupe and Gemini have perfect timing and scary fire power. Put you head phones and you float towards Grant Park, Chicago on Independence Day. Lay your blanket down, any where’s fine. Just relax, just look up over the skyline to the clear atmosphere over the lake, and you’ll see. Gemini’s arsenal is armed with sky sized fireballs and earth-trembling sonic booms. His cannon shots fly up one after another, piercing the horizon, then rapidly breaking against the black. Smoke billows out like continents. With no pause for breath, Lupe emerges like Zeus flooding the night sky with brightness that constellations envy. Lupe arms his missiles with evil genius precision and daredevil wit. Each of his rockets flying into the fray, both to complement the still simmering sparks of the last strike, and to add a new color and angle to the display. Time will tell if the first gunner, Gemini, will have the staying power of the proven blazer, but do the Tupac thing and “keep your head up”, you never know when you could see another shooting star.