On Saturday June 29th Dr. Emily Schulten Weekley visited Write On at the Monroe County Detention Center. In preparation for her visit, she asked the ladies to write an Ode. What follows are their odes to love, authors and even us-Write On!
ODE TO TOM ROBBINS
By Emily Wagner
Hats off to the man whose expanded my brain.
Yes, hats off tot he man who’s shown it’s
more fun to roll in the strange and untamed.
Hats off, more like I love you, to the man who
can lubricate my cognitive apparatus with
Shamans with inconvenient taboos, to jewel
Thievin’ monkeys, French nuns, pyramids, and
even Timbuktu. A final hats off to him unafraid to
say, “If George Washington had wooden teeth, Christianity’s
ODE TO MY LOVE
By Chasity Amix
I want to be wrapped in your arms
for the rest of my life.
Or riding in your truck my feet
on the dash with the radio on all
the way up full blast.
Or just lying beside you on our
airbed in the back.
Or camping with you in our tent in
the sky, anywhere is better with you
and that is no lie.
Arms and legs intertwined , my toes
wrapped around your achilles tendon
you will always find.
Some may find it silly, but it is only
you that I miss you are the only one
I think of the only one I want to kiss.
There are times we have had nothing
and others we have had much, but
the most important thing has always
been the others touch.
You are my first thought in the
Morning and my last as I lie down
each and every night.
I hope that when this is all over
we finally get it right. Because you
are the one I will love for the rest of my life.
Write On – ODE TO YOU!
By Shana L. Valencia
Tactfully times for my Saturday night fun
as I sit in the slammer with no sun.
Scented with mixtures of nag champs incense and
seasoned library books, our inspirational
I starve for their arrival as much as I
hunger for my release.
Chariots take me away arming me with golf
pencils and fat erasers, I sail away to
uncharted waters of my imagination.
Encapsulated in a high school chair~desk saddle
I sit ready for the battle. Its a paradoxical war between
my mind, my time and punishment. Locked in a small
room full of cattle.
I compulsively, “yet” artistically take on all three
with deep complex synchronicity.
You transcend my brain to spontaneous places
safely as we defend our criminal cases.
Oh Write On you must carry on, long after I’m gone.
Before I turn this ode into a dreadful song.
ODE TO THE BEACH
By Zoryana Brown
I want to feel that intense sting on
my back. I want to turn over and
feel that skin peeling, eye biting
brightness of your rays blinding
me as they peak through the palms
I want to feel that soft crunch of
sand in between my toes. How
about the way you move those
frothy, curvaceous waves of blue
and green. I can’t begin to tell
you how breath taking it is to
watch them rise and fall. I
could lay there all day listening
to the screeching of sea gulls
as they swarm into steal
my sunglasses. I would bask in
your presence until dusk taking
in the salty air and admiring
your dark hues of orange, pinks
and blackish purples while listening
to the soft coach of the waves
against the sea shore
ODE TO A SNAPPER
By Tracy Curley
Your charges seem so trivial
Yet in duplicate
They become habitual
You live on beer and cigs
in a home made in a tree
But in jail it is coffee and cake,
three hots, a cot, a shower and A/C
I’m no better than you
Jail saves me from my addiction
Just be honest with yourself
Stop with the fiction
I suppose I’m just lucky
to live in a house and have a bath
But I could easily be you
if I don’t find a new path