{"id":3066,"date":"2017-03-07T02:06:47","date_gmt":"2017-03-07T02:06:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/?p=3066"},"modified":"2017-03-25T04:00:15","modified_gmt":"2017-03-25T04:00:15","slug":"speaking-through-sand-and-salt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/speaking-through-sand-and-salt\/","title":{"rendered":"Speaking Through Sand and Salt"},"content":{"rendered":"<h1 style=\"text-align: center;\"><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-3067 lazyload\" data-src=\"http:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/beach1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1535\" height=\"739\" data-srcset=\"https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/beach1.jpg 1535w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/beach1-300x144.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/beach1-768x370.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/beach1-1024x493.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.everywritersresource.com\/poemeveryday\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/beach1-624x300.jpg 624w\" data-sizes=\"(max-width: 1535px) 100vw, 1535px\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" style=\"--smush-placeholder-width: 1535px; --smush-placeholder-aspect-ratio: 1535\/739;\" \/><\/h1>\n<h2 style=\"text-align: center;\">Speaking Through Sand and Salt<\/h2>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Judith Kennedy Mazis<\/p>\n<p>You take a tiny square of wood you have painted grey<br \/>\nand place it upright in heaps of sand. You find a box<br \/>\nof pine to place beside it and shape praying hands of clay.<br \/>\nA toy helicopter airlifts a plastic doll and a first aid kit<br \/>\nas eagles nest in trees on fire, and sparrows soar to find<br \/>\nmore help. \u201cMy mom\u2019s gone forever,\u201d you say,<br \/>\nas you find transparent stones to form a \u201cforce field,<br \/>\nthat can never be broken.\u201d You look up and say,<br \/>\n\u201cThis is Jesus,\u201d and \u201cWhat is evil?\u201d as your fingers form<br \/>\npools and mountains in the sand and you gaze into the belly<br \/>\nof things you should not need to know at age ten.<br \/>\nBirds congregate outside the office window at high noon.<br \/>\nYou gaze and say, \u201cWhy can\u2019t you come to my house?\u201d<\/p>\n<p>###<\/p>\n<p>My poetry has appeared in <em>The Atlanta Review, Ellipsis, Friends Journal, Mythopoetry Scholar<\/em> and <em>Poem<\/em>.\u00a0 One of my poems was set to music by composer Bruce Pennycook of the Butler School of Music at the University of Texas at Austin. \u00a0I have read my work at NEW CUE (Nature and Environmental Writers Conference of University Educators) in Boothbay Harbor, Maine.\u00a0 I also write film reviews.\u00a0 My review entitled, \u201cDissolution and Dwelling in Terrence Malik\u2019s Film \u2018The Tree of Life\u2019\u201d was published in <em>Mythopoetry Scholar<\/em> in the Winter 2012 issue. \u00a0Lastly, I recently published the edited volume with an introduction to my great grandfather\u2019s Civil War Memoir entitled, <em>The Civil War Memoir of Sgt. Christian Lenker, 19t Ohio Volunteer Infantry.<\/em>\u00a0 I am currently completing my first book of poems, decades in the works, <em>As the Most Fragile Arise<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>I reside in Lancaster County Pennsylvania along the Susquehanna River with my husband and two dogs.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My poetry has appeared in The Atlanta Review, Ellipsis, Friends Journal, Mythopoetry Scholar and Poem.  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