~THE AMAZON TRAIL~
photo credit: Sue Hardesty
by Lee Lynch
Her most recent book, An American Queer, a collection of "The Amazon Trail" columns, was presented with the 2015 Golden Crown Literary Society Award in Anthology/Collection Creative Non Fiction. This, and her award-winning fiction, including The Raid, The Swashbuckler, and Beggar of Love, can be found athttp://www.boldstrokesbooks.com/Author-Lee-Lynch.html.
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The Amazon Trail
A Poem and a Plant
The day was typical for the Pacific Northwest. The brightening sky had stopped sputtering its fine dewdrops for the moment, the wind had blown itself out, and the development where I live came to life. People took advantage of the disappearing dreariness to walk their dogs, scurry to our centrally located mailboxes, or meet their step goals.
I dropped off a copy of New York Magazine in the common room. The cover quoted Melissa Shusterman, who’s running for the Pennsylvania state legislature. “My 16-year-old turned to me after the election and he said, ‘America doesn’t want a smart, qualified woman in office.’ By Friday, I was running.”
A neighbor was bending over the magazine table. “New York!” he said when I lay it down. “Perfect!” He read the quote and turned to me, asking if I’d read a book called The Alphabet vs. The Goddess: The Conflict Between Word and Image. He explained in a rush that the late author and surgeon Leonard Shlaine demonstrated how brain science discoveries of left- and right-brain functions and studies of the development of images in the form of words, overcame the intuitive Divine Principal in Feminine consciousness and that was how men were able to take power from women.
Of course, I told him about the work of the late Mary Daly in her brilliant book Gyn/Ecology: The Metaethics of Radical Feminism, where she does her own exploration of the synthesis of theology, mythology, philosophy, history, and medicine
I’d never spoken with this particular neighbor before, a straight man who always wears an Australian bush hat and has a stride like a modified silly walk. Suddenly I’m having a brief discussion of Goddess religions, radical feminist analysis of language, and the inevitable parting words, have a nice day.
As I said, the day was typical for the Pacific Northwest.
The evening before, my author friend, aka the handy dyke, and I had dinner with a local non-gay feminist woman who is an attorney, writer and publisher. The occasion was the visit by two of her friends from London, a lesbian couple of thirty years. Through her work in the field of fighting the aggressors of women and children, she met Julie Bindel, an extremely accomplished British radical lesbian feminist journalist and author of such works as Straight Expectations and Exiting Prostitution. With Julie was her partner Harriet Wistrich, a civil rights attorney who is such a powerful voice for women she’s fought and succeeded in changing British law.
Our time was short but intense. I knew of Julie’s work because in 2008 she reviewed The Butch Cookbook for “The Guardian” newspaper. The cookbook was put together by the handy dyke, her partner the pianist, and me, and was published by the host. It’s a wonder the restaurant is still standing after the confluence of conversations our little pack of rabidly feminist lesbians bounced around the table. Outside the window, commercial fishing boats docked or set off for Alaska and tourists explored the bayfront, oblivious to the Divine Principal in Feminine consciousness above them, raging over oysters at the patriarchal world.
Back home, walking the neighborhood, I spied a friend weeding in her front yard. She’d started dialysis treatments the week before, yet there she was, on the ground, digging up little green offenders. I stopped to say hello and she said, “Oh! Can you wait a minute? I have something for you.”
This was not unusual. She is full of kindness. She helps the sick, the lonely, the needy. She always has something for passing neighbors. This time, it was a poem. She’s a lovely poet and she’d rediscovered a short verse that delighted me in its original use of words. We stood in her garage for a bit, out of the misty rain, leaning against her small red car, she perhaps a bit shaky, me with my leg pain.
We spoke about writing and she said of her writing group, plainly and perfectly, “I really enjoy talking with writers no matter what they write. It’s about our common need to put thoughts on paper and bring to a story to resolution.”
I was thrilled to hear the magazine-seeking neighbor refer to matriarchal societies. It was invigorating and comradely to share the lesbian feminist anger and eagerness at that restaurant table the evening before. It was peaceful and gentle and familiar to breathe and watch nature from a friend’s open garage.
I walked out to a plant lush with bloom, hefted some dangling white and pink blossoms in my hand and asked what it was.
“That’s a Columbine,” said my neighbor. She told me about the wildflower and explained that she was forever cutting it back. “Here,” she said, and took her pointed little shovel and stomped on its edge until she loosened the soil. Fearful that she’d exhaust herself, I went behind, felt around for the roots and lifted the pretty offshoot and its ball of soil in my hands.
Amazed at my two days of rich encounters, at the fullness of my life, I hurried the two blocks home, a poem in one hand, a blue bucket with swaying stems in the other.
Copyright Lee Lynch 2018
Lee’s new book, An American Queer: The Amazon Trail, A Quarter Century of Queer Life in the United States, will be released October 1, 2014 by Bold Strokes Books www.boldstrokesbooks.com.
The Raid by Lee Lynch
Before Stonewall, having a drink with friends or your girl could mean jail. In 1961, The Old Town Tavern is more than just a gay bar. It’s a home to strangers who have become family. They drink, they dance, they fall in lust and in love. They don’t even know who the enemy is, only that it is powerful enough to order the all-too-willing vice squad to destroy the bar and their lives. Would these women and men still have family, a job, a place to live after…The Raid? This was how it was done then, this was the gay life, and this is the resilient gay will.
Now available in paper and electronic format from Bold Strokes Books: http://goo.gl/ChNcSq
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