The articles, the opinions, the stories, the poems, the thoughts, the reviews, the photos, the paintings and the cartoons Ovi magazine covers for Sunday May 7th, 2023
The blue journey #ShortStory by Abigail George
It was Florence who taught Sofia how to clean house. Wash windows. Scrub floors. Florence who lived in the township of Soweto.
Sofia, my daughter, I want her to say. I never wanted you to have abandonment issues. I never wanted you to talk about our relationship to a psychotherapist or write about how I never wanted you. All I want her to say is three words ‘I love you’ not even ‘I love you most of all’ or ‘I love you best’ just three simple words. ‘I love you’. And two more words. ‘You’re mine’ and five more words ‘I have always wanted you’, and three more for the darkness of this open road called life. ‘You were wanted’. I called that country ‘Childhood’. The chords of the seashore were a waterfall and the blue clouds of the day the confetti of life and sweetness. I have no use for tears. My mother is beautiful. Elegant. A class act. Having a beautiful mother, growing up and then not being beautiful in that way gave me courage.
I know that the day’s spirit is made of autumn chill and rain. The change in the environment comes with their own small inheritance (small change in a purse). Daylight’s geography is a blood knot. I am lost then found again in the tired sea of that difficult, empty country. Once I knew what love was, what to call that personal velocity, that speed but now I am at the end of the world. I am left digging to find you in memory. I didn’t feel the cold even when winter was supreme. I imagined that winter was the summertime. Acres of bold sweating weather. Those were the days when Trevor Niven wore suits to the office. A dark navy blazer the first time I saw him again. Listen to me. I am digging to find you again in memory Sussex-educated Trevor Niven. Stars in my eyes, cut-to-the bone grief are all that I have left of you.
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Missing Feeding of the Birds (V3) #poem by Michael Lee Johnson
“Keeping my daily journal diary short
these sweet bird sounds lost-
reviews January through March.
Joy a dig deep snow on top of my sorrows.
Skinny naked bones sparrows these doves
beneath my balcony window,
lie lifeless without tweet
no melody lost their sounds.”
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Rabindranath Tagore: The Call of the Universal Real by Rene Wadlow
May 7 marks the anniversary of the birth of the Bengal and world poet Rabindranath Tagore. As he wrote “I was born in 1861. It was a great period in our history of Bengal. Just about that time the currents of three movements had met in the life of our country.” One current was religious – the Brahmo Samaj – founded by Raja Rammohan Roy (1774-1833) in which his family was active. Brahmo Samaj’s humanistic aim was to reopen the channel of spiritual life which, for Tagore, had been obstructed for many years by the sands and the debris of creeds, caste and external practices…Each great movement of thought and endeavour in any part of the world may have something unique in its expression, but the truth underlying any of them never has the meretricious cheapness of utter novelty about it. The great Ganges must not hesitate to declare its essential similarity to the Nile of Egypt or to the Yangtse-Kiang of China.”
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2nd opinion, quarantined! #10 #cartoon by Thanos Kalamidas
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