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jennifer vanburen
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Username: annaswirls

Post Number: 107
Registered: 10-2005
Posted on Tuesday, March 07, 2006 - 5:28 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

God, he was sweet,
though not the brightest kid in the special class.
Greasy bangs half-covered dull eyes,
mouth a little open
in perpetual confusion.

Always the one with lice
or urine-scented clothing in elementary school.
Teeth with a thick film of white over yellow,
he was the reason they extended the dental unit
in first grade. His mother's
were already brown and half rotten.

We saw them at parent conference time.
Her purple stretch pants had small hole windows,
opened to show pasty flesh
waiting for cancer or diabetes
to step up and finish the job.

She bragged
about how he would get into the army
make something of himself.

But even before report cards freshman year
we heard the "name witheld" kid in the Sunday paper was John.
Dead huffing some can, oven cleaner I think it was.
And Crystal his little sister found me in the hallway
a few days later, proud,
like she had gotten a new puppy.

"Hey, you remember my brother, Johnny? Did you hear
he's dead? Yep. That was my brother.
It was drugs."

Crystal whispered the drug word
and shook her head like the old neighbor
who told you this would happen
but what she was thinking
is now that she has a real story
for the Just Say No poster contest,
she might even have a chance
of winning the limo lunch this year
like Brooke Peterson whose father
was killed by that drunk driver
before she was even born.

(Message edited by annaswirls on March 08, 2006)

(Message edited by annaswirls on March 08, 2006)

(Message edited by annaswirls on March 13, 2006)
www.mannequinenvy.com
~M~
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Username: mjm

Post Number: 6855
Registered: 11-1998
Posted on Wednesday, March 08, 2006 - 1:03 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

This is hard-hitting, jennifer. We lost three people in my senior class from huffing. They even put their pictures in a special section in the yearbook, labeled in Memorium. You don't expect to see something like that in a high school book -- maybe in a reunion program, but not in a yearbook. It was hard to believe they were not even 18 yet and already dead by their own hands.

The little sister in this tale was the most illuminating, of course. She was a great example of how we all take these deaths for granted, or maybe even take advantage of them. Johnny is just another in a multitude.

Good story, good details, though I do wonder how it would look formatted as prose.

Gary Blankenship
Senior Member
Username: garyb

Post Number: 7063
Registered: 07-2001
Posted on Wednesday, March 08, 2006 - 1:49 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Indeed a tough, hard read with super end. Here

Dead huffing some can, oven cleaner I think it was.
And Crystal his little sister found me in the hallway
a few days later
proud, like she had gotten a new puppy.

I do not like the short line, it bumps the read. I would break at me and proud.

Smiles.

Gary

A River Transformed

The Dawg House

Winter 2006 MindFire
steve williams
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Username: twobyfour

Post Number: 330
Registered: 05-2005
Posted on Wednesday, March 08, 2006 - 3:39 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Hi Jennifer

Good story telling in this. as far as the genre, perhaps flash fiction, perhaps a narrative poem. hard to say. regardless, a good write.

in L1, i'd put a comma after 'God' and in the final stanza, not sure you need both quotes and italics for 'just say no'

you have some punctuation and then go without for awhile. i think its better to be consistant throughout, either use puncuation or not, but sporadic is hard to follow (at least for me).

i.e., i'd put a comma in s2, after school and yellow...

thx much for the read.

s
J. Bescup
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Username: jbescup

Post Number: 117
Registered: 09-2003
Posted on Wednesday, March 08, 2006 - 10:28 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

This one kind of chews me up and spits me out. Not that I don't enjoy that from time to time. =) Good to hear your voice around here! more!
LJ Cohen
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Username: ljc

Post Number: 4162
Registered: 07-2002
Posted on Thursday, March 09, 2006 - 2:40 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Ouch--a hard hitting piece. Well done, Jennifer. Unflinching, this one.

best,
ljc
Once in a Blue Muse Blog
Sis
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Username: djclowes

Post Number: 269
Registered: 11-1998
Posted on Monday, March 13, 2006 - 12:15 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

The slap of reality leaves marks. And a red hand glows in the dark. This is the world folks walk quickly away from hoping it will disapear if they don't look too close. This is why it continues to loom and grow. God grant me the serenity..."

Great work!
Sis

jennifer vanburen
Valued Member
Username: annaswirls

Post Number: 109
Registered: 10-2005
Posted on Monday, March 13, 2006 - 5:15 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

thank you thank you for the comments and suggestions-- he was not the first student I lost. Drugs and guns.

I will think of putting this into flash/prose... that is a good idea, it is very story like--

~Jennifer
www.mannequinenvy.com
Lazarus
Advanced Member
Username: lazarus

Post Number: 1471
Registered: 10-2005
Posted on Tuesday, March 14, 2006 - 7:08 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

   
Jen, I hope you don’t mind I took the liberty of editing this down and
formatting it into prose. I wanted to share it with someone, and I plan to
write about this subject someday myself. This might not be exactly what you
had in mind, so please don’t be offended at any of my changes.

Stories Teachers Tell
By Jennifer Vanburen

God, he was sweet, though not the brightest kid in the special class. Greasy
bangs half-covered dull eyes, mouth a little open in perpetual confusion. At
parent conference time we saw the mother, her purple stretch pants had small
hole windows, opened to show pasty flesh waiting for cancer or diabetes to
step up and finish the job. She bragged about how he would get into the
army, make something of himself.

Even before report cards freshman year we heard the "name withheld" kid in
the Sunday paper was John. Dead huffing some can, oven cleaner I think it
was. And Crystal his little sister found me in the hallway a few days later,
proud, like she had gotten a new puppy.

"Hey, you remember my brother, Johnny? Did you hear he's dead? Yep. That
was my brother. It was drugs." Crystal whispered the ‘drug’ word and shook
her head like the old neighbor who told you this would happen, but what she
was thinking is now she has a real story for the “Just Say No” poster contest,
she might even have a chance of winning the limo lunch this year like
Brooke Peterson whose father was killed by that drunk driver before she was
even born.





(Message edited by lazarus on March 14, 2006)
The Age of Nations is past. The task before us now, if we would not perish, is to build the earth. - Teilhard de Chardin
jennifer vanburen
Valued Member
Username: annaswirls

Post Number: 110
Registered: 10-2005
Posted on Tuesday, March 14, 2006 - 3:14 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Hey Lazarus,
Very cool! I think it is great when people play around with my poetry, I like to do the same thing. I am glad you decided to put your version up here-- it is always an education to look at a piece in a different way. I LOVE the title, do you mind if I use it?

All the best,
Jennifer
www.mannequinenvy.com
Lazarus
Advanced Member
Username: lazarus

Post Number: 1475
Registered: 10-2005
Posted on Tuesday, March 14, 2006 - 5:12 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Jen, Please do! I found the story very riveting and the little bit you said about it in a later post made me think it was a teachers perspective. Am I right?

I left out some of the details of the "lack of family life" that seemed to surround this kid because it is just as likely to happen to kids form great homes. In fact, if I worked on this some more I would make the parent(s) more sympathetic, just someone who is raising a kid that isn't getting it, and how that is what has worn her/them down.
The Age of Nations is past. The task before us now, if we would not perish, is to build the earth. - Teilhard de Chardin
Laurie Byro
Advanced Member
Username: lauriette

Post Number: 1605
Registered: 11-2003
Posted on Wednesday, March 15, 2006 - 9:57 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

excellent new title and edit
in both cases a very disturbing poem

laurie


jennifer vanburen
Valued Member
Username: annaswirls

Post Number: 111
Registered: 10-2005
Posted on Thursday, March 16, 2006 - 6:44 pm:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Stories Teachers Tell

God, he was sweet, though not the brightest kid in the special class. Greasy
bangs half-covered dull eyes, mouth a little open in perpetual confusion. At
parent conference time we met his mother, her purple stretch pants had small
hole windows, opened to show pasty flesh that seemed to be waiting for cancer
or diabetes to step up and finish the job. She bragged about how her Robby
would get into the army, make something of himself.

But even before report cards went home freshman year we heard
the "name withheld" kid in the Sunday paper was Rob. Dead
huffing some can, oven cleaner I think it was. And Crystal
his little sister found me in the hallway a few days later,
proud, like she had gotten a new puppy.

"Hey, remember my brother, Robby? You know he died?
Yep. My brother. It was drugs." She whispered
the ‘drug’ word and shook her head like the old neighbor
who always warned you something like this would happen.
The whole time Crystal was thinking, now that she has a real story
for the “Just Say No” essay contest, she might even have a chance
of winning the limo lunch this year like Brooke Peterson
whose father was killed by that drunk driver
before she was even born.
www.mannequinenvy.com
Lazarus
Advanced Member
Username: lazarus

Post Number: 1499
Registered: 10-2005
Posted on Friday, March 17, 2006 - 7:13 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Very smooth Jen. Great revision.

Are you happy with the line breaks? Did you want this to line up like prose? If so you can put in all your returns using a word program and use the format: backslash-pre{backslash-font{georgia, backslash-0{ before your text(ignore dashes) and end with }}}. Might consider writing a ku for the ending too, although your end is very poetic already.
The Age of Nations is past. The task before us now, if we would not perish, is to build the earth. - Teilhard de Chardin
Dale McLain
Advanced Member
Username: sparklingseas

Post Number: 2070
Registered: 11-2004
Posted on Monday, March 20, 2006 - 8:26 am:   Edit Post Delete Post View Post/Check IP Print Post

Jennifer~ How'd I miss this? Great work! The details are so fine. Glad I found my way down the page. Excellent!
take care~`dale

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