by Spoon Jackson
My love for my mentor and big sis, Judith. I know death is rising over the mountains, slowly, and the pain must be enormous. Yet Judith finds and creates beauty and peace even in the midst of a hurricane. She transforms in the middle of death. Judith has been dealing with great physical and mental pain all of her life, and yet she is like a birthing star, always growing and sending out and being love. I don’t know what my world will be without her, hollow and empty.
But it’s not about me, and I am sure she left some of her heart and spirit inside each of us— a shining light in darkness. Judith’s curiosity and loyalty is unmatched even by goddesses or gods. If she believed in you, she inspired you to be yourself and change the world, if only the small world you knew. She lies there holding hands with death, and yet no bitterness enters her heart, and joy fills her spirit. She has made everyone better by her presence and walk in this life, and Judith’s love and magic live on in all of us who knew her and were and still are blessed by her.
Judith, you left no one behind because we all go with you and you with us! I love you, Big Sis.
Today I spoke to Judith for
the last time.
She is the bravest person I know
to keep being Judith
despite the tremendous pain
cutting at her body.
She said her time is close
to gone and reminded me
to write something
knowing already that I would.
She is my mentor and big sis,
and one of my best friends ever.
She inspired and saw in me things
I would have never seen in myself.
I grew wings because of her.
Our spirits and hearts and our love
were linked from the beginning.
Even in our silence—you like
Mr. Samuel Beckett—we treasured
our silence.
I missed you long before
you were gone.
We will meet again long
across time and space
beyond dreams and boundaries.
December 3 and 4, no word from Judith and I keep trying to call. Anja received an email saying death is very close, so I picked up the frequency of my calls, and we connected briefly and expressed our love. Yesterday, I got a card from Judith, and she said it was a prayer she read or recited each time she went into San Quentin.
I knew she was gone three days before Anja tried to tell me over the phone. I asked her not to say those words, and I had to leave the phone because what I already knew in silence became too strong. I tried to get away and went outside and had nowhere to go—no place to hide my tears—and a stormy dark sky betrayed me and did not rain. It had been raining for two days. Judith Tannenbaum, my mentor and big sister—I did not get to hug and say so long—I’ll see you some other time and space over there where loved ones go. Another dimension beyond dreams, darkness and light. I missed you already even before you were gone. I’ll be free someday too, and we will fly together—someday, Big Sis. We wanted to do poetry on stage together. I love you.
I knew Judith
was physically gone
yet I called her number
and let the phone ring anyways
knowing no one would pick up.
It would take decades of rain
for my tears to be unseen.
There is not enough rain
to hold my pain,
not enough rain
to hide the pain
of my not being there.
You were always there
like an ancient redwood.
You told me you lay
on the floor
and found solace
from a radio show
in New Orleans,
radio that took you away
from the pain.
I should have been beside you
on the floor listening.
I should have been beside you
on long walks or hikes up Mt. Tam.
I should have been beside you
on stage, going back and forth
reading poetry.
I should have been beside you
because.
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About the guest contributor:
“I’ve found my niche in life despite being in prison for 42 years. I have found that prisons are created internally and are truly found everywhere. I have also discovered that the secrets to break down prison walls are inside each person and I treasure sharing this realness with people. I keep my light glowing through expressing my inner thoughts, vibes and feelings in my poetry and prose writing. Peace/Spoon”
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Spoon Jackson B92377, CSP-Solano, C 13-19-1, L., PO Box 4000, Vacaville, CA 95696/4000, USA
Visit Spoon’s website to read more of his poetry. JAC is honored that Spoon has agreed to serve as a member of our Advisory Council.
