I Must Do To Be I must do to be, Things move, change waits, Words interrupt, hands interpret, Bodies heal, thoughts roam. Before you, after me, Sands drift to form dunes and valleys, Swirling shapes shift with times motion, And like water, are not silent. Obedient children must speak, They play guard over brown uneven…
Category: Childhood
OBSERVATION #11-10.26.24
My Musings on Nobody’s Perfect with Anecdotes by B, C, J, L, M,Like butterflies, words escaped the cocoon of the story teller’s memory,Like fairy tales, transformed and captured under my pen. mp Meet M – Growing up in a family with three brothers, all went to the same religious school. Teacher identified M as their…
OBSERVATIONS #10 – 10.19.24
About the Arts and Humanities Happy National Arts and Humanities month! The White House issued its yearly proclaim that states: “The arts and humanities bring people together and show us that we have more in common than we have differences – helping us see each other, understand one another, and unite in common cause. Our…
Drug.Abuse.Resistance.Education
My very first essay entry was for the D.A.R.E program. A program that was introduced into the schools to inspire the youth to refrain from drug use and violence. I was in the 5th grade attending North Park Elementary School in Racine, WI. Even though I was a child, I felt like it was my…
Dirty chucks
I dreamt that I was walking down the halls of an unfamiliar school. The school may have been unfamiliar but the way that I carried myself in my pupil days was not. I’ve always had a big spirit, but growing up I didn’t always know that or know my purpose or how valuable it was….
Roses are red, water is cleansing
She walked along the riverbank Heart drenched with sorrow Eyes searching for a savior Mind wandering through flashing life memories She wore white for this occasion As if she were arriving for a baptism Only she was preparing for her ending She was over it This thing called the human experience The more she thought…
Prayer and offerings
Family gathering for the living and deceased Table spread with savory foods, rich bread, and sweets A voided space between realms filled with laughter Candles lit for prayer, protection, and to guide our loved ones along the way Water poured into fancy glasses for libations and hydration Music playing to raise the frequency of the…
Funny Cake
His kids kept asking for funny cake on the drive up. He wasn’t sure what that meant, but he promised it anyway.
“you would die, or be happy forever”
by Jessie Lynn McMains A couple months ago, I made a post on Facebook: What was the poem or poems that first made you really say WOW? The poems that felt like spells or prayers to you? The ones that felt like portrals to Elsewhere? The ones that gave you chills, made you cry, made…
Halloween (The Devil’s Ball)
by Jessie Lynn McMains for Jack Terricloth It was always said of him, that he knew how to keep Hallowmas well, if any man alive possessed the knowledge. May that be truly said of us, & all of us! Come, do you hear it? The wind, calling you back to childhood. Calling you back to…
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