Wednesday, October 30

Our Member’s Work, MowMow Jones


MowMow Jones

Let's walk away
i don't want to run away from the things in life
panicking, tripping, quickly stomping on each problem before i even know it exists, i didn't want to run past all we'd been through, passing the colors, the glimmers, the small movements designed in life, the rope that still hangs out of my back tugs at the people connected, pulling it only to release the same phrase over and over and over again 'I'm sorry but i can't do this anymore' 
i wanted to stroll past the painted sliding views from one screen to the next, even holding on to the sly pages brushing against each other to transition to the next phase.
i couldn't run away from it all ,pack my bags and leave, running away is  trying to escape, i left with no grudges, no misfits chasing after me, or giant brooms brushing me out,
i walked away on a treadmill to a better life, reaching different speeds, and goals, but not leaving where I've been, just finally catching up with my mind, who ran away with the colors, the sliding scenes, hiding away from the world's bland puppetry.
Reaching for the stars, i have nowhere else to turn, so let's walk away to space, let's walk away to dreams, let's stroll to a never ending sidewalk where love is the guide and the destination.

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Our Member’s Work, Bekkie Sanchez


Bekkie Sanchez

Doggone Dog

Doggone dog
Denying disappointment daily
Deftly digs deep ditches
Diligently in dirt.
Destroying defenseless daffodils
Disregarding demographics
Disappearing dramatically
Different days.
Doggone distressing.


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Tuesday, October 29

Write Now Wednesdays, Letitia Minnick

Letitia Minnick

Self Portrait in Still Life

A porcelain pitcher
adorned in blue hues
sits silent
in the center of the table.
Filled to spilling,
the vessel barely balances
water teetering at its brim,
shivering at the slightest sound
and threatening to abandon
all self-restraint.


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Sunday, October 20

You Are On My Mind, Sir Charles, 10/20

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Sir Charles

You Are On My Mind

I will put my arms around you for comfort,
I will kiss your lips with deep passion.
My fingers will touch your body with magic,
My eyes will see the light deep within your soul.


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