About my poetry, me, and books I am writing, hand have published The Sylph's Tale or plan to publish soon: Ayekah The Damned and In Light Love and Life a book of poems.
About me: best I can remember, in the early 50's, when I was about four years old and living with my grandparents on the second floor above their department store, even though my legs had not developed correctly after I had Polio, with the use of braces and crutches I could walk and would get out my bedroom and roam around between other rooms. I also enjoyed mock-dancing in the living room to music from the radio or record-player, or go into the siting room that led to a balcony, from where I could watch the long streets beneath that went all the way back to a Cathedral, and or a park, and between buildings, houses and establishments.
I also would go down the wstaircase that led to a small door, that when unlocked, opened to one of my favorite places: my grandparents department store.
In time, as I became more proficient with crutches I discovered what became my favorite place; a room up a long and narrow staircase, at the left back of the store, pass the accountant's office. There was a storage room and past a door, that seemed should have been locked but offered me entry without keys, I found a place where rows of floor to ceiling shelves were loaded with books. And in a far-right corner of the room, after the last shelve, on the right wall, under a large window, that had under it a short, lower than my waist, bench that was said to be an unused coffin, meant for me during my polio days, but that now overlooked the patio of the large back yard.
That bench was comfortable and offered me the best views of the backyard's right side where amid walkways and rows of doors was a large patio where I also could see horses that sometimes hoofed and pawed when tied in place by rope to floor posts, and where they drank water and where they were washed and fed.
I could also see the rooms on the let side walkway, the first room was the foreman's room, followed by the closed doors of storage rooms. A the right side of the walkway was the kitchen and staff lunch room, where workers could get lunch to take home or sit at a large table to eat.
On the center of the patio, around a large and deep rainwater pool, horses hoofed and pawed, held in place by rope that was tied to floor posts.
I started calling the storage room, "my room" there, past the shelves to the right side wall where under a window, I sat and read for hours, occasionally picking down at the patio became my very favorite place to hide from other humans, and to read, until bells indicated it was lunch or dinner or time to close the store and for workers to go home.
Then, came a time when my grandmother started having heart problems and my mother came and put me in a boarding school until my grandparents, concerned about me, right after my first teen year, sent me to to California to live with my mom and a step dad I hardly knew. Not long after my grandmother became very ill from heart problems and I, when on summer vacation was able to returned to Matagalpa just before my grandmother passed away.
Once back in California and in High School I worked in a small shop in downtown LA. I was there on the day when motivated by the owner of the shop I went to the Dres Mart where they were interviewing for models and I became a model. Then a dancer when I moved to the Hollywood Studio Club, where girls lived. I felt secure there. I had continued molding in downtown L.A. at the Dressmart when I went back to living with my mom because she was not feeling well and I wanted to be by her side. Also started taking college classes but still working downtown L.A.
Was in my twenties, and performing in clubs with a middle eastern band when I met Vic and we fell in love. I moved to his apartment and after we married and Vic was working in the building industry when we had our first child and we bough a house. Then we had two more children ad were doing well, when the economy took a dive and with Vic out of work, with our three wonderful children we went to live on the beach.
A few mints later Vic regained his job and soon after we had stability and I had finished two years of college and gained employment in state service. Vic was successful in construction and our children in college and or school; we felt settled down, until Vic passed away after a triple-bypass. No sense in trying to explain how his death affected our three children and me, other than saying we were devastated.
My children and I continued to do the best we could with our lives and had become successful in our endeavors. I thought I could not love again but in time I became attracted to John, a Rail Road Engineer, and in love we married. Now, after 30 years in public service, last ten as a Research Analyst, I retired and later so did John.
Now, our children, all adults are doing very well and succeeding in their lives, John and I retired. He is not only involved in community but is also my editor. With his help I finished my 85 poetry-collection - and I am ready to start publishing my stories. More can be found on my my website: http://www.martacweeks.com/p/on-wings-of-immortals-series_2.html
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