It's Midnight

By Joel Seppala

It's midnight. Cardboard boxes ornamented with van line logos climb the walls, the writing literally and figuratively there. Closing Time, Semisonic. The familiar yet mildly haunting echoes return. It's moving day. Relocation. One last call, Semisonic. Shadows reoccupy lost ground in this home become hostel. Memories are everywhere, but somehow they aren't anywhere. The radio intoxicates. Again, Alexa, play that one again. It's the life we live, the price we pay-looking forward, never back. Well, maybe, this time, just a peek.

#movingday

Just Me and the Trail and My New Nikon

Everyone was gone so I hit the trail
With my new Nikon, the one I got on sale
The wind was down and the sky was right
The way it normally is this time of night
I was hoping I would see some green
The kind of verdancy that comes in spring
I grabbed my plaid shoes and my walking hat
Or, something like that
When I found the path I started clicking
Woodland scenes that I was picking
The stream was bubbling
And there was mud
Trees with leaves, flowers with buds
Plaid hat and my walking shoes on
Just me and the trail and my new Nikon

Matthew Chambers

I was in an airport today when a page came across the intercom system for a gentlemen to return to the gate to retrieve something he'd left there. In this poem I attempt to personalize what so often are the most impersonal types of messages.


Matthew Chambers

By Joel Seppala

If your name is Matthew Chambers
Please return to the gate
If your name is Matthew Chambers
Please return and don't be late

Matthew Chambers you've forgotten
Something very dear to you
Matthew Chambers please come back
If we're still near enough to you

Matthew Chambers, Matthew Chambers
Which one of you is he?
Matthew Chambers, Matthew Chambers
Oh where now could you be?

Attention, Matthew Chambers
I say attention, if you please
Attention Matthew Chambers
Come at once, hurry please!

We're all a Matthew Chambers
Scurrying on our way
Forgetting and not listening
Scurrying on our way

The intercom goes silent
Did Matthew Chambers hence return?
Little do we know
And nary shall we learn

Go Easy

A poem about a scene I witnessed involving a mother and child at the pharmacy.

Go easy on him
He's already sick
He wouldn't be here if
He had a choice
The mask on his face
Marks him Afflicted
His barking cough
Announces his arrival
"Don't you throw up"
His mother warns
Her selfish scorn
Is more infectious and insidious
Than is his virus
Sunlight and rest
Fluids and love
Is what he needs
Reproach and repentance
Is her prescription

Here’s to the Kids from the 1990s

By Joel Seppala

Here’s to the kids from the 1990s

Before Harry, Ronny, and Hermione

Before Macaulay Culkin grew up shaggy

When hair was short and pants were baggy

When Pearl jammed after Fraggle rocked

When people sat with cordless phones and talked

When the Cowboys were good and the Patriots stunk

When Leo held to the board while Titanic sunk

When Austin Powers said “Yeah, Baby!”

You’d get a funny look if you said, “Call me, maybe.”

When the Twin Towers still gleamed in the Gotham sun

And people knew when someone said, “Run, Forrest, Run”

Before LeBron, there was a guy named Mike

Who everyone wanted to be just like

We had “Home Improvement,” before HGTV

And cartoons on Saturday morning, for free!

Not every other movie ended in “2”

And the stars were mostly people we knew

I love my internet and instant know-how

But sometimes I still look back and say, "Wow."

Into the Hotel, Out of the Rain

I stepped out of the elevator
On my way down for a grab and go supper
When I saw what I saw
I stopped and stood upright
Wheelchairs
Columns of two outside the elevators
I was breathless and unsure
As if gazing at a heard of mighty beasts
Like that scene in "The Jungle Book"
The old warriors sat waiting for the cars to take them to their rooms
Black hats with pins and patches
World War II
Korea
Vietnam
There aren't many gatherings like this anymore
And there won't be
I thought about lines
And waiting
What lines these men and women have seen
Lines to enlist
Chow lines
Lines for shots (vaccinations)
Mail call
Payday
Lines at Benning, Pearl, and France
San Diego and Saigon
Who knows where else
Now they sit
They've earned it
Into the hotel
Out of the rain

"God Will Provide" Announcement, Archive (Transferred from WordPress Blog, Originally Posted 1-30-16)

“God Will Provide” uplifting new e-book for children by Joel Seppala, illustrated by Kirstin Eggers available now!

After three months of working the collaborative creative process between myself and the very talented illustrator Kirstin Eggers (www.facebook.com/kikikalahariillustration), I am very proud to announce that the children’s book “God Will Provide” is now live for sale on Amazon.com

http://www.amazon.com/God-Will-Provide-Joel-S…/…/ref=sr_1_2…

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The synopsis is: Squirrel remains faithful to God, no matter the circumstances. Through storm and sunshine, Squirrel sees firsthand that God’s love never fails even–or perhaps especially–for the small and meek.

The target audience is for kids in grades K-3 or ages 5-8.

I’m very happy with the product and I hope you will check it out. The cost for the book is $1.79. The book is only available as an e-book so you’ll have to read it on your computer, Kindle, or i-Device

The book is dedicated to Melissa Seppala. It was her idea to make the poem, which I wrote 6 or 7 years ago, into a book. She mentioned the possibility of a book the first time she heard it. She has been a constant motivator, encouraging me and giving me feedback every step of the way

I hope you like it!

Glory Be to God!

-Joel