{"id":785,"date":"2012-08-21T06:23:37","date_gmt":"2012-08-21T14:23:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=785"},"modified":"2012-08-21T06:23:37","modified_gmt":"2012-08-21T14:23:37","slug":"merna-ann-hecht","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=785","title":{"rendered":"Merna Ann Hecht"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Farmers Market at the Autumn Equinox<\/p>\n<p>wanting to nest<br \/>\nin the yellow-leafed wind,<br \/>\ninside this basket<br \/>\nheaped with late saucers<br \/>\nof summer squash,<br \/>\nbunched arugula,<br \/>\nlipstick and gypsy peppers,<\/p>\n<p>we know the news of the day,<br \/>\nwars against children,<br \/>\ntax cuts for the rich,<br \/>\nenvironmental assault,<br \/>\nit doesn\u2019t stop,<\/p>\n<p>but this morning<br \/>\nif I must think of what\u2019s gone bad,<br \/>\nlet it be a bruised eggplant,<br \/>\nan apple with a worm,<br \/>\nlet me hear the tambourine<br \/>\nof the moon<br \/>\nas it lights the way for the corn<br \/>\nto rise up,<\/p>\n<p>among this bounty<br \/>\nthe memory of my grandfather<br \/>\ntravels in me<br \/>\nas if from the thin roots<br \/>\nof carrots, to the leafy tops,<br \/>\nand I am with him in his garden<br \/>\nas he listens to the small song<br \/>\nof a seed before planting it,<\/p>\n<p>kneeling to earth<br \/>\nhe asks the seed, how it wants to flower.<br \/>\nTonight, I will dream of him,<br \/>\ndream he has cupped his hands<br \/>\naround mine, and between us we hold<br \/>\na luminous sliver of prayer<br \/>\nfor what the world could still become.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.hol.edu\/instructors-detail.cfm?id=153\">Merna Ann Hecht,<\/a> storyteller, poet, and essayist teaches creative writing and humanities at the University of Washington Tacoma. For the past nine years she was a teaching artist with the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.lectures.org\/wits\/wits_news.php\">Seattle WITS program. <\/a>Merna also directs a poetry project with immigrant and refugee youth. She has been a teaching artist in hospitals, detention facilities for homeless and adjudicated youth and at BRIDGES: A Center for Grieving Children in Tacoma. Merna received a <a href=\"http:\/\/www.jackstraw.org\/programs\/writers\/WritersForum\/08\/index.html\">2008 Jack Straw Writers award, <\/a>a National Storytelling Community Service Award and a National Storytelling Network Brimstone Award for Applied Storytelling. Her essays and poems have appeared in <em>Kaleidoscope<\/em>, <em>Out of Line<\/em>, <em>The National Storytelling Journal<\/em>, <em>The Storyteller\u2019s Classroom;<\/em> <em>Chosen Tales: One Generation Tells Another; <\/em>the<em> Teachers &amp; Writers Collaborative Magazine;<\/em><em><a href=\"http:\/\/www.templebetham.org\/music\/drash\/\">Drash: Northwest Mosaic <\/a><\/em><em>\u00a0<\/em>and other books and journals.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Farmers Market at the Autumn Equinox wanting to nest in the yellow-leafed wind, inside this basket heaped with late saucers of summer squash, bunched arugula, lipstick and gypsy peppers, we know the news of the day, wars against children, tax &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/?p=785\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[32,199,22,8,93,1],"tags":[267,266],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/785"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=785"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/785\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":787,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/785\/revisions\/787"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=785"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=785"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kathleenflenniken.com\/blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=785"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}