I have
another
think
coming
it’s coming
it’s
coming
it’s
I’m
so
so so
so
so tired
I have
another
think
coming
it’s coming
it’s
coming
it’s
I’m
so
so so
so
so tired
Dawn’s Opening HymnI rise with mountains:ridgelines brushed purple and bright.Whose hand paints this morning?Clouds offer white and gray,teasing ridgelines,moved by heaven’s breathacross azure sky.Leaves offer silent prayers,centered in psalmsI cannot translate,yet I know its truth.Wildflowers breathe the meadow breeze, rehearsing devotion,stems bending steadybut never breaking.Streams reflect morning light,singing witness,dawn’s opening hymn. Why morning? For me,…
I’m struggling to reach the tape. Lungs and legs burn. How did I get so out of shape?
Grace and grit meet At water’s edge Each athlete perched On starting block AnxiousFocused Waiting Until signal Sounds Start Off the blocksThey bound Bursting SplashingWaterBreaking Tension tight Muscles coilingStretchingFinding rhythmicPacing Each stroke splashingChasing splitSecond recordsEach swimmerHopesTo break Heavy breaths At halfway markHearts pounding Counting every secondEvery strokeInching closerCloser FlippingTurningPushingOff wallStreamlined urgencyRolling SlicingStreamlinedStrokes Final lap Screaming…
I would rather be woke over asleep at the wheel.
I need a photograph to preserve this moment in my memory book, but I am on the highway–traveling east–the nearest off ramp miles away.
At its core, gerrymandering is just a fancy word for power abuse. It keeps the same old faces in office and shuts out any real competition.