An elder for the ages
A gurney holds our elder,
an elder for the ages.
Tonight was her night,
the night my grandfather came.
“It is time to go Manuela,
our children will be fine.”
As gentle as her touch,
she left this place.
Now on her way,
she is taken to her chariot.
Her children scream,
the walls echo their wails.
No me dejas mamasita,
momma do not leave me.
The wounded sob,
but pick up the pieces.
They know in time,
they will see her again.
An elder for the ages,
our elder Manuela.
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On today’s edition of The Creative Corner, Jabber Log features a very talented artist. Comics to Canvas is the creation of Crystal Martinez, an artist who paints from her heart and soul. She currently holds a B.A. in Psychology and is working towards her Master’s and Ph.D. Crystal has always loved art and has been drawing and painting since her days in elementary school. It has continued into adulthood, however, her passion wasn’t realized until her second semester of college. In her own words she states,
“I didn’t discover my true love of Pop Art until my second semester of community college. I had painted a Master Copy of Roy Lichtenstein’s Drowning Girl in my painting I class and from that moment on I knew that Pop Art would become my style of choice.”
Since then she has painted numerous pieces involving pop culture in her own version of Pop Art. She has won numerous awards for her work and one was even purchased by her school as a feature in their private collection. From then on her work was also featured on posters and t-shirts when she won a contest for an annual Mardi Gras celebration in Lake Wales, Florida. Her work revolves mostly around comic book images and characters but in no way takes credit for the original creation. Other inspiration comes from movies, cultural icons, and every day life. She focuses on closeups in her work. It’s the emotion and expression of a person or character that drives her artistic vision. In her own words she states,
“My version of Pop Art focuses on taking those popular images and centering on faces and expressions and painting them with bold black lines and adding beautiful bright colors.”
Crystal has twenty plus works of art under her belt. This does not include those that she has sold off. She is now working on a web site to showcase her work and talent. As of right now she is working on new works of art and taking requests. The price ranges from $200-$300 depending on the canvas size and the amount of paint needed to complete the project. Typically the canvas’s are 16X20 and those are usually $200. Do not miss the opportunity to own a great work of art by up and coming Pop Artist Crystal Martinez. Her passion can be seen in every work of art. You can reach her by email at firstname.lastname@example.org Below is a look at her work.Post Views: 165
By Ricardo — 7 years ago
The bedroom was filled with Christmas Carols. Joy to the World was on the radio and Jason sat at the edge of his bed with his revolver. His heart raced and his hand shook as if feigning for a cancer stick. The room was showered with blood and the scent of Christmas dinner lingered in the air. Jason scratched his head in confusion and stared at a family portrait. He looked at himself back then, back when Cody was still alive. He was finally able to convince his wife Ellen to take that family picture. Though she griped she went along with it for the kids. He wore a blue and gray argyle sweater with a white button up shirt. The collar was out and he finished it off with dress pants and shoes. Ellen wore a black skirt that had white and blue designs and a white top. She hated that outfit he thought. Ellen always told him she thought it made her look like a frumpy mom. Allison, the eldest of the two kids, wore a dark blue-tiered dress with sandals. She was only nine then and next to her was her brother Cody. He was six years old in that picture and was the spirit and life of the family. Cody wore matching outfits with his father that day. Jason began to cry as memories of his son swirled in his head.
This was not the first time tragedy had struck the Tyler home. It was Christmas day in 1996 when he lost his son. A refreshing blue excavation in the back yard was the cause of his death. The kids had just finished opening their presents and ran to their rooms to change into their winter clothes to play outside. These outfits consisted of a pair of shorts and t-shirts with tennis shoes. This was the perfect attire for winters in Brownsville, Texas. Allison and Cody played outside while Jason took a nap before family stopped by. Ellen had dinner in the oven and poured a glass of vodka and orange juice. This was nothing new for her and she boiled over the fact that she received no help from Jason in the kitchen or around the house. Jason cried harder as he recalled Ellen’s scream for help. He remembered jumping from the couch where he was sleeping and ran down the long hallway to the back of the house by the pool. In a panic he struggled to get the screen door open. He could see his son floating face down in the middle of the pool. He remembered this in slow motion. He recalled this frame by frame and Ellen sounded like her batteries had run out.
“H-e-l-p me J-a-s-o-n, I c-a-n-’t reach h-i-m!”
He was finally able to get the door open and he jumped into the pool to retrieve Cody. Jason pulled him out and immediately began CPR. Since he was a professor at the community college he needed this training in case something happened to a student. As he continued CPR Ellen ran inside to call 911. Allison had been watching her father attempt to save her brother from behind the fence that enclosed their pool. Jason continued compressions and gave a couple breaths. Cody’s face had turned blue and his spirit and life trickled away. Jason stopped when the ambulance arrived but he did not let go of Cody. He knew his son was gone but he held on tight. He remembered how he cried and cursed the world. He cried so hard his chest hurt. He held his son close and kissed his forehead before they took him away. Allison finally came out of hiding and whispered to her father.
“I saw everything dad.”
“You need to speak up a little honey, I can’t hear you.”
Ellen had returned with another glass of vodka and orange juice as Allison tried to speak again to Jason. Allison glanced toward her mother to see if she was paying attention. Ellen was staring off into space and Allison spoke again.
“I saw everything from behind the fence.”
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By Ricardo — 11 months ago
Guest blog written by: Daphanie Bailes – Within the Trenches Admin, In Between the Chaos columnist for IAED & Senior Telecommunicator and Communications Training Coordinator for Martin County Fire Rescue
I have never done that. I was so emotionally consumed by your call, I broke character completely. I walked outside and did something that I had never needed to do before.
Yours was the first call of my shift. You said you found your teenage son on the floor in his room…cold…blue. The phone wouldn’t reach. You said you would call from your cell. I told you to leave the line open and call back. As the phone rang only a few seconds later, I told my team that I would get it, I had you. We did CPR for what felt like forever. I relayed location information in between the compressions counter so Law Enforcement could find your house. When I heard the officer arrive and attach the AED, the robotic voice emitted a heart wrenching phrase, “Shock not advised”. The officer continued CPR until the rescue went on scene. I stayed on that open line as long as I could, listening for some glimmer of hope. The rescue encoded to the hospital. I heard the auto-pulse machine in the background giving compressions. I listened to the paramedic relay the ALS protocol administered. Round after round of medication had been given. No change.
At some point, I was able to walk outside. I needed a minute. Just to process. It was raining. Maybe I could somehow wash your screams out of my head. The situation just hit so close to home, I couldn’t shake it off.
I called my daughter’s middle school. I asked the receptionist to pull her out of class and have her call me. Why was I asking this? What is wrong with me? Moments later, my phone rang.
“Hello.” “Mommy, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, baby. Mommy had a bad call. I just wanted to hear your voice.”
“Ok, Mom. I love you.” (How lucky was I to be able to hear that?!)
“I love you, too. Have a good day, sweetheart. I’ll see you later.”
I came back in and stopped by my boss’ office. He asked me if I was ok. In my head I’m shouting “How can I be ok?” I began to cry and told him how I felt, another first for me. I told him how I feel like a little part of my heart dies each time I take a call like that, how I don’t know how many more of those calls I can take, how my heart hurts, how I wish that I could just take a break from it all but I know I can’t. My team needs me. I was lucky enough that he was able to cover the phones for me a little while longer. I took another walk around the parking lot, took a few more deep breaths and resumed my post, waiting for that next call.
Later, the hospital called for an air transport to the pediatric hospital in the neighboring county. I prayed it was “my patient”. Almost 2 hours later, the patient was stable enough to fly. Do I dare hope?
I was blessed to receive several updates through the public safety grapevine, a definite rarity. After each update, I remained “cautiously optimistic”. A few weeks later, I learned he went home. The Protocol, the on-scene efforts, the pre-hospital care, the modern medicine of 3 different hospitals, many prayers and a miracle had brought this child back. Back to his momma, so she could hear him say “I love you too Mom”.
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