Hour 24: Outrage

Outrage keeps me alive Gives me enough strength and sufficient energy To take on again this woefully weary world I offer no weak apology care nothing for your silent disapproval with the way I choose to stay alive   Love is not enough To stay…

Hour 23: The 1619 Project: Born on the Water

My people came over the water Over a sea salted with sorrow Some people drowned in their sorrow But my people let the sea carry them My people came over by water   My people lived by a river Wandering wide and winding to the…

Hour 22: Monarch Butterfly a Wing

Did the title tap memories of feelings so right they moved your heart higher than a soaring kite? Did you imagine yourself in a meadow so bright the colors would bind you in endless delight while wandering waterbirds dance and excite You? Did you assume…

Hour 21: Question of Character

Tracy suffered traumatically after witnessing Brad beaten to a pulp Kevin couldn’t keep shocked eyes off the frying pan on the fire Roger wondered why Wanda looked so happy. “I just want to die laughing.” Not all eggs are in the same basket.

Hour 20: Nightmare

It seems I’ve fallen into Someone else’s dream Of nature’s glory With blooming flora to cushion my steps   Where I can sleep Under bright blue skies and the shade of verdant palm trees with a hint of sunshine peeking through   They’ve even dreamt…

Hour 19: Sweet Home Chicago

I miss the soft summer breezes And digging cracked toes Into the silken sands of Rainbow Beach   I miss playing tennis on free courts And knowing every exhibit In the Museum of Science and Industry   I miss the midnight movies And riding the…

Hour 18: November 2020

the door was kicked and opened wide; the ceiling cracked — from side to side   “we have the votes!” the women cried; and hearts of hope shout joy and sing pride

Hour 17: Lights

Though darkness closes in Don’t go into the light where there is only afterlife   There is no magic apparition, no transportation beam to ease our way no wizard nor angel no Superman to the rescue   Turn around and see what shines brightest in…

Hour 16: Breathless Grace

fresh fading sun rays ribboning the sky; moonrise peeking o’er the hill   starshine restlessly waits nightfall’s velvet veil; ah! What stirs my soul’s joy?  

Hour 15: Cravings

Wanting nothing more than Completing this journey, I felt myself fading and falling Hanging on by a thread   Something whispered in my ear, “Sleep. Rest. Heal.” And I was wrapped into the night.   Wanting nothing more than Making it to the end again,…

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