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He went by the quieter way, by pd lyons


He went by the quieter way 

nothing so annoying as small town tourist traffic feeding sharks, two local police SUV’s flashing lights clog main street to harass some elderly New Yorker who double parked to drop a letter in the post box. A quick drop off now in true police wisdom blocks the intersection for at least a half hour. Gallows hill brought him out behind all that. Right turn then left past the cemetery regiment GAR, immigrant Ireland, Poland, Italy, Japan, sisters, brothers, priests and the girl with the funny name, *Kelsley who had the same surname as he. How many years how many cemetery miles walked, and other than his own direct family never seen his own surname upon the stone? Right again, past the frozen pond where this past autumn ducks, herons, seabirds , turtles and G-E-E-S-E! spotted by the child. Then between the two smaller ponds, either side of the school drive way. It was there they’d stopped, watch the first beaver she had ever seen, keen eyes of hers noticed ripples on the water as they were heading home after her first day in American school.
He’d stopped the car along the roadside. They stood there for about a half hour before Mr. Beaver disappeared. At the top of the hill turned yet again into the parking lot, parked. Waiting watching for signs of school being over, made notes in a black notebook heard a radio interview and live music Madeleine Peyroux. Had been certain it was Billie Holiday. Listen now, maybe playing local, the wife would love that. It was greying up again cold enough to cause his fingers pain. Few more minutes and the little treasure would be his again
wonder is a natural response to beauty

wonder is a natural response to beauty

 

 

* Kelsley A. Lyons

Old Shirt by pd lyons as published by The Legendary


Old Shirt
days
walking laying
sleeping eating
over-steamed radiators
warm spells February spring
But
the colour is good
fit is right and when I catch myself
passing mirrors in hallways
bathrooms
shop windows
turned off televisions
Stop
and/or
glance
who am I
breath caught a moment
Old shirt smell
still me
still who I was
and am now
in need of a shower

 

 

 

as published by The Legendary http://www.downdirtyword.com/authors/pdlyons.html#ps   

(May 20, 2010. Issue 17.)

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Box Set by pd lyons


 

Box Set

Stopped in the library
Wandered around while I waited for Morgan to be ready.
Picked up a set of Kerouac CD’s
Poetry I never knew before.

Later back at home
Read the liner notes
Small town
Factories gone
Smoke n drink
A loner dedicated to the written word
Inter-racional national vagrant
Working class lover

It was pretty scary stuff.

Put one on.
Sat down at the kitchen table with a cuppa
Got up washed dishes
Clean counters
Sat down poured another cup
Thought, well I like the energy, the piano, the urgent lone ranger
Plugged into by the muse trying to express every electrical inch
But I don’t think I really got it
Which came as a relief because after all I was quite happy to still be purely me.

 

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this version was published by

Railroad Poetry Project Manifesto   issues 2. 2011-12. they were a blog-zine. apparently no longer in existance not even as archival form. so i guess this and the two others they were kind enough to accept are now “unpublished original work”. was never a big Kerouac fan. just never really got it. i think he might have been a part of a necessary element to progress, in particular american lit. But give me Henry Miller or Bukowski any day – in my humble opinion. dont get me wrong i can relate to him personaly in some aspects. i was born in a small new England mill town, i loved the streets and had many a bizarre adventure on the road … 

Anorexia Nervosa – by pd lyons


Anorexia Nervosa

she has been
sacredness
to me
and in serving
her
i make an art,
of that which
words
have been forbidden
i express
on my tight
white
canvas
a tale
everyone wants
to interpret
i cling to it
like a charm
~
she has been
sacredness
to me
with secret dark
eyes closed
behind
a sea
of objects
so safe
she does not
move me
but rather
causes me
to linger
tip toe
from eternity
~
she has been
sacredness
to me
endowed
this ornamental flesh
a power
always yearned for
and i would
cut myself
open
for her
but this she
does not
ask for
~

this version originally published by Bone Orchard Poetry 11/2012 http://boneorchardpoetry.blogspot.ie/2012/11/pd-lyons.html

Back in the eighties I worked in a residential treatment centre in Litchfield Ct. called The Country Place. it was the first time I met people dealing with anorexia. Renee Nell, the woman who established and ran the centre was particularly interested in anorexia. She was respectfully mystified and intrigued with its manifestations and how difficult it was to treat.

 

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Grey Horse In Connecticut by pd lyons


 

Grey Horse In Connecticut

Walked a waking dream
north by Thomas church
before the red wing black bird flew
where barn-breaking winter had not withdrawn
even though the fourth day of sunlight
had woke the river from its sleep
and red birds sang with invisible birds
and the only other sound
fresh water ice scrapes against the shore
spun slow in an eddy water loop
copper green burnish brown
pushed eventually further down around the bend

And myself to cross the wood plank bridge
must walk the stone wall borders  ancient flooded road
 found there in some wood shake run in shed
himself framed in darker doorway
cocks his black edged ears to my whistle
slights his softer winter whiskered head to my whistle
no other movement

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Women we should know: Kelsley A. Lyons


yes

yes

The soccer bug stayed with her when her family moved to Litchfield in 1994. A year later, when she began her freshman year at Litchfield High School, she tried out for the boys’ soccer team because there was no girls’ team.

She made the team, then began working with her father to get school officials to form a girls soccer team. They did, and for two seasons she was a team captain and a key player.

Kelsley A. Lyons

Teen’s Passion Was Soccer

Charity, Achievement Filled Her Short Life

http://articles.courant.com/1998-04-11/news/9804110395_1_soccer-team-driver-s-license-teen-s-passion-was-soccer

April 11, 1998|By DAVID OWENS; Courant Staff Writer

LITCHFIELD — As a soccer player Kelsley A. Lyons refused to let Von Willebrand disease limit her life. Each time she took to the field there was a risk she’d suffer an injury her body would not be able to control. The disease, a form of hemophilia, had sent the 17-year- old Litchfield High School junior to the hospital several times for injuries that most people could shake off.

Thursday, the disease was a factor in claiming her life after the car she was driving struck a tree, trapping her. Despite firefighters’ efforts to free her from the car and

a Life Star helicopter crew’s efforts to save her life, unstoppable internal bleeding brought on by the accident ended Miss Lyons’ life, said her mother, Lora Lyons-Thibault.

Miss Lyons died at 4:23 p.m. at St. Mary’s Hospital in Waterbury.

“We wanted very much that she not be a China doll,” her mother said. “We wanted her to live her life.”

The accident occurred about 2:40 p.m. Thursday, about 10 minutes after Miss Lyons and two friends, Sarah H. Stull, 17, of 91 Prospect Mountain Road, and Frank C. VanOrmer, 17, of 60 Meadow St., left school. She was driving Stull’s 1988 Acura Integra, apparently learning to handle a standard transmission.

The two passengers were treated at Charlotte Hungerford Hospital in Torrington and released.

Miss Lyons had a learner’s permit and was to take her driver’s test in two weeks. She’d been through a driver education course, but had only driven a car with an automatic transmission, her mother said.

Although Miss Lyons wanted to get a driver’s license since she turned 16, her mother held out, partly because of the disease. They finally agreed she could get her license this spring.

“I didn’t want her to get it in winter,” her mother said.

State police said the accident remains under investigation. State law requires a driver with a learner’s permit to be accompanied by a driver who is at least 20 and has been licensed at least four years.

Friday, more than 100 friends and relatives visited Miss Lyons’ home to console her family and remember her.

Miss Lyons was recalled as a good student, accomplished flutist, a leader, a skilled soccer player and a person always willing to volunteer her time. “You never had to worry about her not getting along with someone,” said her father, Gary Lyons, of Adams, Mass. “You just liked her.” In athletics, Miss Lyons’ passion was soccer. She grew to love the game while playing in youth leagues in Farmington.

The soccer bug stayed with her when her family moved to Litchfield in 1994. A year later, when she began her freshman year at Litchfield High School, she tried out for the boys’ soccer team because there was no girls’ team.

She made the team, then began working with her father to get school officials to form a girls soccer team. They did, and for two seasons she was a team captain and a key player. Lyons said his daughter had recently taken up skiing on expert trails with him. “She was just a natural . . . and just went for it,” he said.

“She was just curious about adventure and had to experience things. I think early on she learned about and appreciated the self-confidence she gained by doing things like that. She just had a thirst for it.”

She was also on the track team, but soccer was her first love.

“I remember her first goal,” her father recalled. “It was great. I got to the game late and I saw her and I was coming toward the goal and she was running right for the goal as fast as she could and I just screamed at her, `Kelsley, aim for my face.’ And she nailed it.”

She had recently signed up for a women’s under-19 soccer league, said her stepfather, Andy Thibault, a longtime Connecticut journalist.

Her soccer coach, Cindy Ferrarotti, said Miss Lyons was a star player who put the team before personal glory.

“In the first half of the season she was a leading scorer,” Ferrarotti said. “I asked her to move from the striker position back to a sweeper, which is the last defense before goal. She saved an awful lot of shots on goal.”

“Some kids would whine and say, `I want to stay in my position,’ but she did exactly what I told her and she did it well.”

She was an honorable mention All-Berkshire League soccer player.

When she wasn’t playing soccer, she often volunteered in the community. “She’s very civic minded,” Thibault said. “She was making lasagna for the firehouse guys [Tuesday], and she had a lot of friends with the auxiliary.” She also worked at the Litchfield Inn.

Miss Lyons had begun looking at colleges and planned to study physical therapy, Thibault said.

As a sophomore she was inducted into music and foreign language honor societies. She also volunteered as a peer educator, participated in the band, chorus and school plays, and was a member of a local organization called Teen Alliance.

In addition to her mother, father and stepfather, Miss Lyons is survived by three brothers, Lucas, Jacob and Marcus Thibault, and her grandparents.

http://articles.courant.com/2011-11-27/sports/hc-riley-litchfield-column-1127-20111127_1_girls-soccer-litchfield

November 27, 2011|Lori Riley

In first grade, Kelsley Lyons’ family discovered that she had a form of hemophilia called Von Willebrand disease.

She had always been an assertive, confident child. But she lost a little of that confidence after an accident at school in second grade that caused her to wind up in the pediatric ICU at Yale-New Haven Hospital for 10 days.

Soccer brought the real Kelsley back, her mother Lora Lyons-Thibault said. She loved the sport and played in Farmington before her family moved to Litchfield.

She played for the Litchfield Soccer Club but once she reached high school, there was no girls soccer team. She played instead with the JV boys team her freshman year.

Now the story gets murky and dissolves a little into a he-said-she-said account. But there are two facts that stand out: 1. Encouraged by her mother and stepfather, Andy Thibault, Kelsley and her father filed a Title IX complaint in 1995, and, 2. Soon afterward, Litchfield High put together a girls soccer program.

Kelsley got to play for two years with the girls — first on the inaugural JV team and then on varsity — before she died in a car accident the spring of her junior year. She was co-captain of both teams.

On Friday, her mother said that Kelsley would have loved to see how far the Litchfield girls soccer team had come in the last 16 years.

On Saturday, Litchfield played in its first Class S championship game, losing to Immaculate, 3-0, at Municipal Stadium in Waterbury..

“I graduated in ’96 from [Torrington High School] and when I think about that being the time frame for all of this to happen, it’s amazing,” Litchfield’s fifth-year coach Brian Mongeau said. “It’s one thing to be successful, but another thing to come here and make history.”

“It’s amazing to be here,” Litchfield senior captain Staci Shuhi said. “It was a thrill. We have our whole town behind us.”

It wasn’t always that way, according to Lyons-Thibault. There were a number of girls in the Litchfield Soccer Club who wanted to play but she said her and her husband’s initial advances to the school and the school board — in the mid-1990s, when most schools already had girls soccer — were rebuffed.

“They gave us the brushoff,” Lyons-Thibault said.

Suzi D’Annolfo, then Litchfield High’s principal, said on Saturday that wasn’t true.

“They wanted a girls program right now,” said D’Annolfo, who now teaches at the University of Hartford. “But that’s not the way you do things.

“There was never ever any doubt we would have a program. It was just making sure that two things happened — one, we had to go through proper channels to put a program in place, and in the meantime, any girls who wanted to play soccer had the opportunity to play on the boys team.”

Karissa Niehoff, now the executive director of the CIAC, was the Litchfield High field hockey coach at the time. She was at Saturday’s game.

“I think it was more a groundswell of the community not understanding all the different things the school has to consider [when adding a team],” Niehoff said. “Eventually [the school] did all those things in the right way. I don’t think they needed to file a Title IX petition. They may have perceived it as resistance at the school level, but Suzi wasn’t resisting it.”

Lyons-Thibault said that one of the issues cited was cost, so she did research to find out how much it would cost to have a program. To save money, she said, one idea was that the girls could wear the boys’ old uniforms.

“They told me there were certain things that needed to be done,” she said. “I took the list and researched each item and I brought it to the school board. We were rebuffed again. It was not pleasant. The school board basically told us we were new in town, how dare we ask for something.”

In the summer of 1995, they had a family meeting. Did Kelsley really want to go forward with this? Yes, she did. The complaint was filed with the Office of Civil Rights and the issue was quickly resolved. By September, the school had responded and would start an intramural program immediately for grades 7-12. The following year, Litchfield would offer a JV team and the next year, a varsity team.

Doug Parker, the former president of the Litchfield Soccer Club, was also at the game Saturday. He witnessed the rapid growth of interest in girls soccer during his tenure in the 1990s.

“There was an interest and growth in girls soccer but when they got up to the high school level, they had nowhere to go,” Parker said. “That was part of it.

“[Andy Thibault] pushed the envelope and Kelsley was the pioneer. The girls program really exploded. We had a lot of girls coming up through. You’re seeing the results of that today.

“Now there’s probably an equal number of girls, if not more girls, than boys [in the soccer club].”

 

Saturday, March 3, 2012

re Joyce part 3

 

He went by the quieter way nothing so annoying as small town tourist traffic feeding sharks, two local police SUV’s flashing lights clog main street to harass some elderly New Yorker who double parked to drop a letter in the post box. A quick drop off now in true police wisdom blocks the intersection for at least a half hour. Gallows hill brought him out behind all that. Right turn then left past the cemetery regiment GAR, immigrant Ireland, Poland, Italy, Japan, sisters, brothers, priests and the girl with the funny name, Kelsley who had the same surname as he. How many years how many cemetery miles walked, and other than his own direct family never seen his own surname upon the stone? Right again, past the frozen pond where this past autumn ducks, herons, seabirds , turtles and G-E-E-S-E! spotted by the child. Then between the two smaller ponds, either side of the school drive way. It was there they’d stopped, watch the first beaver she had ever seen, keen eyes of hers noticed ripples on the water as they were heading home after her first day in American school. He’d stopped the car along the roadside. They stood there for about a half hour before Mr. Beaver disappeared. At the top of the hill turned yet again into the parking lot, parked. Waiting watching for signs of school being over, made notes in a black notebook heard a radio interview and live music Madeleine Peyroux. Had been certain it was Billie Holiday. Listen now, maybe playing local, the wife would love that. It was greying up again cold enough to cause his fingers pain. Few more minutes and the little treasure would be his again.

Re: Poets


“He repeated until his dying day that there was no one with more common sense, no stone cutter more obstinate, no manager more lucid or dangerous, than a poet.”
                                                              ― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez

spring

spring

old tom tabby


old tom tabby

i wasn’t the only one

saw you this a.m.

 

white tip tail dog

elderly master

no match for the lead.

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