Hour 15 – Yes

Yes Yes, is such a hope-filled word I wish I had said Yes to Brant when he was tangled in the emotions of being an 8-year-old from a broken family. Yes, to being the kind of teacher that gave him permission to be “naughty” (whatever…

yes

may your first yes be to yourself yes, you are enough yes, you are worth it yes, you complete your own self yes, you are ready yes, you will learn from mistakes yes, you can trust you I missed my chance to be my first…

We Need – hour 13

Reason to forgo food we need we need not question why, indeed our bodies we need not to die good nutrition we need, says I.   We need to keep our bodies sharp distraction keeps the fridge light dark a mantra we need to set…

Change with Yes

I wish I said yes instead of the maybe. Everyone else did it. please make sure to say yes instead. It will change your life.

Hour 14: Rounding Corners

I crane my head and stare up at the  camera mounted on the side  of a gleaming new high rise A little me is caught momentarily  in a rounded black mirror   Whose charge is it to monitor  the closed circuit broadcast while i’m strafing…

Phases

Phases   It always happens when writing poetry, the words in my mind go in cycles of how they form, my pen trying to echo words that change form. Lines are short, long, short, long; stanzas are small bursts, fireworks with a bang or swell…

Nocturne #1

Moths at the street light beloved dusty jewels jockey with June bugs in tireless flitting and flapping creating shadowy exhalations on the pavement still warm from the cult of day

Hour 14 – Imaginary Children

I remember Blossom who kept me company when Dad was angry she sang “Row, Row, Row Your Boat” lazily and merrily and tried not to be scared, so I could be brave I remember taking Blossom with me to kindergarten that first day when I…