Birth, life, death, the passing of generations, addictions, religion, faith, sex, politics, war, jobs, hurricanes, technology, reality--all of these things touch our lives and are a part of who we are. Holding Hands with Reality records poetry and prose spanning fifty years of observing, participating and living in these realities.
Curran Jeffery was born in Chicago in 1947. Attending the Univerisity of Arkansas and Illinois State University studying history and sociology, he has spent his life waiting tables and making poems.
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TEQUILA JESUS
Tequila Jesus
Warm me up, Tequila
Warm me up, Jesus
I love Tequila
And
I love Jesus
Let''s have another shot
And dance on the moon
Religion and booze
Have a lot in common
When abused--
They make you stupid
THE SUNFLOWER
I watch from a distance
As a van unloads
Blind kids and their chaperones
On a field trip to Balboa Park
These kids are really blind--
There are no white canes with red tips
Not even shadows are seen by these sightless ones--
Each holds the elbow of a guide.
They walk slowly through the park
Running their hands over the trunks--
Learning about trees and
Reaching up to touch the leaves
One girl catches my eye
Her radiant smile stays
Turned toward the sun--
Like a sunflower
Her knowing of light
Is its warmth on her face
THE WIND
I am the wind
Come follow me
I am the Father of Winter
The Mother of Spring
I am the wind
Come follow me