Writing a sun poem with eyes closed, imagining the Solstice moment
A place to gather words before they get lost.
Writing a sun poem with eyes closed, imagining the Solstice moment
Dark stage curtain, closed audience, emptied and now it's just me, my music, my thoughts, alone
Time; decoded
We want to do more than survive
The book of hope (and) belonging
for OpenWrite BookSpinePoem
Boxes, packed with papers, books, pens, notes, plans
In August, I hope to better understand where things have gone
For now, I'm on the surface of the mirror, skating in the remembering
Not yet imagining the space taking shape only in my mind, for some future time
for OpenWrite
Why aren't we kinder? -George Saunders
Each of us, born central to the universe - our only story, separate from all that other junk — you know, other people — but we believe; we really want, in our hearts, the present moment: more open and more loving
for #OpenWrite Original text from George Saunders' “Failures of Kindness” speech https://jamesclear.com/great-speeches/failures-of-kindness-by-george-saunders
Whether punctual or punctuated, we pause to pass on the love
for Algot
In the moment when music is made, all lights get dimmed down low
the lights are dimmed so low, all eyes are tuned to the sound
their eyes are on the sound but mine are on the mouth
my mind is on her mouth; lips, curved; tongue shadows; white teeth
lips, tongue, teeth — and words I think this is something I've once heard
I've only heard echoes before drawn by the breath of her voice
it's her voice – falling, tumbling, turning - in that moment, when music is made
for #OpenWrite inspired by Duplex by Jericho Brown https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/152729/duplex
These poems; sometimes, they situate in quiet emptiness - mere gaps and idle notations – thoughts flitting about as feathers broken by the breeze - the bird, merely memory; blink, and maybe in that moment, we might see
for #OpenWrite inspired by These Poems by June Jordan https://poets.org/poem/these-poems
Night sheets, now scuttled, bundled in knotted worry; thoughts, hurry ahead
Grazing, on the Web, finding quirky pockets of creativity