Awaken the Street Vision

We walk the streets before the sun

in the last vestiges of moonlight

as she slowly slips down into

her dark blue covers,

and the sun begins to

open his eyes.

we are tethered to a  life force,

seeking relief from

a long night’s slumber,

we go forth into the veldt

where lie the creatures of

the night covered in ancient skins,

trying to remain unseen,

still and silent,

not moving.

if they don’t move, we won’t see them,

but the packs are moving back in,

returning from their nocturnal frolick,

returning to caves falling down with

neglect and age,

absent from caution tape

but dangerous all the same.

and we walk in steps made

thousands of times before,

four legs, two legs, eight or more,

keeping a watch over our shoulders

for whoever’s watching us,

trying to start our day

in the twinkling of morning dust

as it rises with the vehicles now

moving to and fro,

sleepy eyed drivers with coffee in tow,

stirring up the scent of yesterday’s

sanitary woes, hot urinary steam

from somewhere behind an old

broken down car, and we begin

our return home, ever vigilant

and aware -

We’re not in Kansas anymore.

Introducing JACK GUNTHRIDGE

RC and I just spent a wonderfully gratifying and emotionally fulfilling afternoon reading a young author’s work. His name is Jack Gunthridge and his book is entitled “Life: An Autobiography As Told By Jack Gunthridge.” He is extraordinary. Look for him now because he is definitely going to be a force to reckon with in the future of literature. Yea, there is hope!!!

I am excited to share that I had the privilege of writing the following review:

Life: An Autobiography As Told By Jack Gunthridge
By Jack Gunthridge
Jack Gunthridge Publishing
Bowling Green, OH 43402
ISBN: 978-0-615-25483-8
108 pages

There seems to be a part of us that sees our parents in us. We either see their strengths or weaknesses. It is not enough that we are just trying to escape our past, but we are trying to escape our parents’ pasts as well (p75).

Written in a voice so honest and rich that to truly appreciate what is being offered one must experience it, Jack Gunthridge’s Life: An Autobiography As Told By Jack Gunthridge is a modern literary masterpiece. Presented in narrative form, this work reads like having a conversation over coffee with a close friend. Gunthridge invites his reader’s into a time of life when transitions rage as quickly and ferociously as adolescent hormones.

Jack and Christine are linked from birth. In fact, Christine claims she owes her existence to Jack. If it were not for his parents conceiving a child, her competitive father would not have followed suit. Unfortunately for Christine, she is not born a boy, and an early rejection from her father begins an intensely intriguing journey with the opposite sex that contributes to the pain and joy of Jack’s heart.

Interestingly enough, Jack also experiences rejection from his own father, but the rejection is involuntary and arrives in the news that his father is killed by a drunk driver. Gunthridge recalls, “The facts are this. I was about to lose my virginity, when I lost my father instead . . . My father was actually killed by the impact of Lee’s car hitting his. His car then burst into flames. The tragedy of this is that the one thing that my father did not want in life was to be cremated.” (p 23).

From their young days playing house to becoming heads of their own households while still in their teenage years, Jack and Christine’s lives are linked, and Christine quickly becomes the love of his life. There is no doubt of his love for Christine, and he bluntly exposes his feelings for her to his readers, taking them by the hand into the heart and soul of the unrequited lover beginning at the age of six.

Unlike so many works where one reads only one version from one voice, even when recounting the voices of others, Gunthridge invites the important players in this journey to add their particular views of his recollections. With equal honesty, we get to know Jack not only from his heart and from the desire of his heart, but also from his best friend Arthur and from Melinda, who loves him as much as he loves Christine and loves him enough to let him be with his happiness.

Much more than simply a story of adolescence, Gunthridge writes in a voice reminiscent of J.D. Salinger. His accounts cross the generation line. If you have ever loved, you will be touched by this work. He crosses the act of love with the past, present and future bringing forth unexpected emotional involvement with his words, ideas and philosophies. He reminds readers why we love in the first place, why we consider the meaning of life, and later, why we examine the meaning of our own existence.

For such powerfully touching words to come from such a young voice is extraordinary. This is not a simple memoir from a high school student, the mere fulfillment of an assignment, another reflection of teenage alienation and loss of innocence. This is a declaration of love for all time, not only for another, but in the end, for one’s self. The ultimate love comes from the self and is expressed only when one is ready for more than passion. It is, as Gunthridge writes, “not a question of love or desire. I am looking at the commitment and how to keep it” (p 92).

This work can easily be read alone or on a Saturday afternoon with the one you love. It can be shared between and across the generations. Gunthridge has given us one of those novels that you pass on to those you care for in your life. His work is an opportunity to experience now what will later be considered a classic. Read Gunthridge’s Life and get a taste of profound writing in its youth and prime, poised to be as influential on the future of literature as the writer himself.

Jacqueline Aguilera, MLA

NOVEMBER – NATIONAL NOVEL WRITING MONTH

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Island Cowgirl

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Under the sway of a dark green palm
Coconuts softly tapping each other
In time to the rhythm beating
In the distance
Fragrance found only in between
The petals of the most exotic flower,
Following steps that quickly get swallowed
By the rushing blue green sea
Foam flowing like Coco Lopez cream
Through the Puerto Rican sugar cane dream,
Santeria in a bottle waiting for her to ride
Into the sunset with a cherry on top,
Tequila sunrise on the morning after
Chased by Mimosas and fresh pineapple,
Scantily clothed in island linen
Clinging to a naked shape walking
Across the beach towards me,
Texas and Mexico meeting across the border,
I am privy to the company of
The mystery and the ecstasy of
The island cowgirl with whom I dream.