visual literacy

 

 

 

When I was a little boy, colored folk treated ringworm

with sulfur and a cut off stocking to wear on your head.

I still have the picture (in black and white) standing in

my cowboy suit, holster and all, not knowing how ridiculous

I looked from the neck up. But there was no stigma for

illness in the 60's, just 10 years removed from the discovery

of the Polio vacine, and it wasn't uncommon to bump into

someone with a noticeable limp. Not like now, when the

little girl down the street with the rare form of leukemia

is googled at for having no eyebrows, yet each morning

she walks past me carrying her book bag pretending pretty

in the pique dresses her Godmother sews by hand,

like the other girls pretend, and I never fail to tell her

how lovely the day is. And she always agrees.

 

 

 

 

dana

Reviews

[writing mojo]

you find beauty in what everyone recalls in fault through broken gadgetry...amazing piece

[SHEEMA HUQ]

This is an inventive way to value humanity so poignant and reflective, a really nice piece.

[Quill~]

It's sad that people were so cruel back then (apathetic to circumstances), and some still are now....
I see the tender side of a little boy in a cruel world. lovely write. :)

[_mal]

You have such an original take on everything, your work is very different to what I read by other people. means I always look out for it and am inspired. The way you've worded this is perfect, has made me think about times and places I have no idea about. And bringing it back to the now, that little girl is probably grateful someone is saying something to her other about something normal. Poor thing.

[Lydia Shutter]

Times surely have changed....and many things for the better as you pointed out. People are more accepting of things that are different today....and that is as it should be. That little girl with leukemia is an inspiration. For her, it IS a lovely day.....she believes that. Attitude means so much. I liked this write. Lydi**