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Tasman Sea
Oh I have  been to  Tasman  Sea
down winding unsealed road
carved through green-stone  fern forest
to  dance  across  volcanic  sand
with  curling  grey  white-laced breakers
in  sou’wester driven rain.
Then  climbing up again
along  that  unsealed  trail where
possum’s  golden  eyes
from  out  primeval  woods
gauged  the  question:  is  this
the  car for me?  Answering,
no
And coming  round the  curve
met  Kea, contesting
my right  of way.  “Who
goes  there?  What  have  you
for me?”  Passing,
journeyed on to sleep
at  the  feet  of giants.
September 18, 2001
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Fay Wray
So famous, that fabulous Scream
That touched on our unconscious stream.
Oh thank you, Fay Wray
For making our day
In a celluloid nightmarish dream!
10August 2004
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To An Old Flame
And now, this craziness
Sitting down to hold a
       one-sided silent conversation
With an old flame?
       Though I suppose it’s not exactly
Silent if
       others read these words.
I believe I’m doing this
       Because
You did not marry me.
Oh, I’ve passed
Angry nights
       and
Lonely days,
       through
Aching arms encircling a
Void.
I reached enlightenment
       by
Plighting my own trough... and
       gaining insight to
Just why you felt constrained,
Refusing to answer my last letter.
       Because
       you did marry, but
You did not marry me.
I’ve taken stock of things
       I’ve done:
Finished
       my hitch as a Federally Subsidized Tourist. Still
Learning
       to lay healing h
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Literature
Departing Dunedin
Unknowing stranger
  in a strange land
greeted with smiles and
        open arms; the feel of
        our childhood...
Warm slippers, tea and
  coffee service, cozy
beds, warm muffins,
        open doors; the feel of
        our childhood...
Found again with joyous hearts
     Stolen by madmen
Crying Havoc! Loosing the
     dogs of war upon
 Our homeland
Your hospitality, heals
Thomas J. Macheski, RN, BSN, CNOR
Thu, September 13, 2001
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In Coming Home
In Coming Home
There, a place and time
Flying Dragons roared and
       spat Fire and Brimstone. There
Dragonflies flit and plucked up
Torn and crispy critters, bore them to
       my station, where
My charge: put Humpty together again.
And feeling their whirling wings
    slap    slap    slap
        slap    slap
Upon my head and shoulders,
I'd rise and
        cry
            Incoming!
“It's true, you don't hear
        the one that hits you,” said
Gunny, stretched prone with
     bandaged, bleeding Pride.
“What really hurts?
I didn't dive when someone
        cried
             Incoming!”
Here that place and time
Is gone a score and
       more of years; yet
My charge remain
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The Call
The Call
Someone must die
When I am called
In the wee hours.
Arise from slumber
And dash pell-mell
To practice nursing
In surgical suite, there
Treat a Crisis; in Chinese, a
Disaster?
Or Opportunity
For family to over-
Turn tragedy in
Gift
 of heart
 of lung
 of more
To: some unknown
Anonymous need
From: one intimate treasure
Beyond needing.
And, with this
Title to Previously Owned Organ, a
Lottery ticket, the jackpot
One more (day...? year...? lifetime...) with
 daughter, son,
 father, mother,
 sister, brother,
 husband, wife.
Bittersweet life,
When someone dies
And I am called
In the wee hours.
Thomas J. Macheski, R.N.
January 20, 2000
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While I consider myself primarily a photographer, the entire process of being introduced to photography turned out to be a demonstration of an important lesson from my first teacher: my Dad.

He considered himself primarily a sculptor, and loved working with wood. He'd bought a camera and I got fascinated by it as he first learned the ins and outs of the controls. Told him I wanted to learn photography; he put a much simpler camera down in front of my and said, "I know what you really asked. If you are willing to learn how to compose a photograph properly without dealing with f-stops and shutter speeds, I will teach you photography. And, eventually, you can play with my new toy."

My Answer should be obvious.

Some years later, my siblings and I purchased an even nicer camera as a gift to Dad. He appreciated it. And about a year and a half after we gave it to him, he asked me, "Do you want to buy my camera?" Expressing concern that the camera was a gift, he replied to that by telling me this:

I bought a camera to stretch and grow as an artist. Periodically, you need to work outside your favorite medium. That doesn't mean, for example, I should work in clay or metal with my sculpture. It means another medium. Draw. Write. Paint. Photograph. Eventually, you'll come back to your favorite, and you'll come back with new ways of seeing something. I've about learned as much from photography as I think I can; won't stop taking photos, but I don't need this camera to do what I will do. So I'm going to sell it, do you want it.

Stretch and Grow.

When I was much younger than when starting photography, I wrote some things. Thankfully, those went so far away I can't get at them. Continued writing a bit from my late teens into early 20's, then paused for a while. Came back to it a short time in my 30's, and again in my 40's with a stretch of exploring poetry. Always returned to photography. One of the thoughts I took back to photography involved a proverb, " picture is worth 1000 words." Or, to explore making a photograph another way, each one is a short story of 1000 words or so.

Recently, due to time constraints on a few other projects, I've started writing some again. Decided to dig out some of the poetry from a bit back and publish it here. Just because. See what happens. And continue writing some other things.

That's why it's here, "The Call."

PS: I did buy Dad's camera.

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T.J. Macheski
Artist | Professional | Photography
United States
Current Residence: teh Ranch, Thru the Looking Glass, North Central Baja Jorja
Favourite genre of music: What speaks to me. A lot does.
Favourite photographer: No. Just, no. These questions continue to be so narrow minded.
Wallpaper of choice: Usually something I photographed
Skin of choice: The one I'm inside of.
Favourite cartoon character: Howl
Personal Quote: May have been the losing side. Still not convinced it was the wrong one.
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Oh I have  been to  Tasman  Sea
down winding unsealed road
carved through green-stone  fern forest
to  dance  across  volcanic  sand
with  curling  grey  white-laced breakers
in  sou’wester driven rain.

Then  climbing up again
along  that  unsealed  trail where
possum’s  golden  eyes
from  out  primeval  woods
gauged  the  question:  is  this
the  car for me?  Answering,
no

And coming  round the  curve
met  Kea, contesting
my right  of way.  “Who
goes  there?  What  have  you
for me?”  Passing,
journeyed on to sleep
at  the  feet  of giants.

September 18, 2001
So famous, that fabulous Scream
That touched on our unconscious stream.
Oh thank you, Fay Wray
For making our day
In a celluloid nightmarish dream!

10August 2004
And now, this craziness
Sitting down to hold a
       one-sided silent conversation
With an old flame?
       Though I suppose it’s not exactly
Silent if
       others read these words.
I believe I’m doing this
       Because
You did not marry me.

Oh, I’ve passed
Angry nights
       and
Lonely days,
       through
Aching arms encircling a
Void.
I reached enlightenment
       by
Plighting my own trough... and
       gaining insight to
Just why you felt constrained,
Refusing to answer my last letter.
       Because
       you did marry, but
You did not marry me.

I’ve taken stock of things
       I’ve done:
Finished
       my hitch as a Federally Subsidized Tourist. Still
Learning
       to lay healing hands
              Upon many lives,
Nursing
       them through
              Changes from Alpha to Omega.
Bought
       some land and
Raised
       a goat or two and
Thus taken
       to heart that
These Thy Gifts are
Received through Bounty
       and
Photographed
       several ladies dressed in their
Birthday glory...
       Because
You did not marry me.

Does it seem then so bizarre
       that
Now I’d want to share my gratitude
       that
The Kingdom came on Earth
       As it is in Heaven?

But, you know
I’ve become the man I am
       Because
You did not marry me.
Unknowing stranger
  in a strange land
greeted with smiles and
        open arms; the feel of
        our childhood...

Warm slippers, tea and
  coffee service, cozy
beds, warm muffins,
        open doors; the feel of
        our childhood...

Found again with joyous hearts
     Stolen by madmen
Crying Havoc! Loosing the
     dogs of war upon
 Our homeland
Your hospitality, heals

Thomas J. Macheski, RN, BSN, CNOR
Thu, September 13, 2001
Departing Dunedin
We stayed in a B&B in Dunedin, New Zealand for a few days in 2001. The owners/hosts put into their brochure that they considered their guests being on holiday didn't need the distractions of television. There were no televisions in any of the guest or public rooms.

On the morning of 12 September 2001 (being still 9/11 on the other side of the International Date Line back home in the States), we found our host brought his TV down from their rooms to the dining room. We watched the news coverage for a couple hours, talking about the events. Then we departed to see parts of Dunedin. When we returned later that afternoon, the TV was gone, back up to their rooms.

I wrote this in their guestbook the morning we departed for our next stop.
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You are welcome. Should you travel to the Land of Flowers (Baja Jorja), please let me know.
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