Yesterday

Hold those thoughts

That keep me away

While the lights

Echo my lonely fears

In the streets tonight

——-

They say the world

Keeps changing everyday

But I wake in the night

I feel the same

——-

Maybe we’re so much older

Maybe we’re so much younger

Maybe we’ve been here before

Pour me a drink

Don’t let me go

——

The summer is coming

These clouds won’t stay so grey

We can’t live out our hopes and dreams inside yesterday’s

Writer’s Log

I’m tired

We’re all tired

It’s a month in

Driving home through GA

The interstate was clear like thanksgiving ….

No, like the Iron Bowl

I’m glad for this mountain, this space…

But we have no real timeline

How is this sustainable ?

Maybe I’m just tired

I’m having a very different experience than most people

Being on the front lines if you will…

I just want to sleep

Drink

And write

If I could

I would drink and fuck my way through this but I can’t

And I already know I wouldn’t

I’m a giver

And I’m concerned

And I can’t sleep

It’s a month in

When all of this is over

They will open the bars

And the restaurants

The theatres

You won’t be able to get a seat

Then i will go into quarantine

And I will sleep

I will vacation at my home in the mountains

I will write

And I will sleep

When this is over

I will kiss you

And I will see you

All that we’ve become

Time may change us

And all that we’ve become

Suddenly all of the scars

The battle wounds

We’ve inflicted on one another

Pales in the light of this New

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I think about all that we know

All of you

And I think

How lucky I have been

To see all of us happy

All of us cry

To see us dancing

Drinking

Living

To see you singing

I think about all of us working the front lines

Those who are in face masks

How all you see are eyes

But you learn you can see a smile

Feel a smile

And

I think

How lucky I have been ….

To be alive for this…

To see you right now

We are together

Right now

In this night

You’re a good nurse

You’re a good neighbour

You’re a good person

Reaching out

Staying in

Keeping hope

We will live to fight another day

We will live to love

Another day

JFK JR

Paragraphs in number

I lay there

In the floor

Staring into the ceiling

Thinking about all that I took for granted

How abruptly it all stopped

How many times I said things like

“You can vent to me anytime. Or we can sit in silence.”

And how right now, you can’t even sit in silence and hold one another …

I think about reading to you

And how the silences were

I think about winter, when the snow is fresh and the ice has something to say, covering everything in the morning….

I still have so much to say

I’m afraid I don’t know how

I’m afraid for all of us

I’m just afraid

Live your life

Live it fully

The silences

The paragraphs

The breaks

Live it unashamedly

Live it fully

Every moment

The sadness

The pain

The joy

Live it

Be aware of it

Be aware of yourself

And this life

And your place in it

Let us not go silently

Alone

Let us go beautifully

Like falling stars

Aware of the time

And that all of this is brief

You’re doing it right

Stay

Stay

Live to fight so many more days

Let your souls light be like the morning, I have no doubt, after this midnight, we all will be moved by your rise…

Writer’s Log

I’ve moved to the mountains, I never thought I would move this far out. But it’s April and National Poetry Month…I always try to write a lot during this time…I believe this will help me.

I keep telling myself things will go back to normal. I’ve written and checked on a few friends. Some have already lost family members. All of this is surreal. I don’t see how it can go back to “normal” if we lose people we love.

I think the worst fear. Or realisation. Is that this doesn’t care who you are, or where you’re from. And you will die alone. Your family cannot day good bye and they cannot grieve your loss…

My dad died alone and so this really hits home for me…

It’s like a shadow covering the sky

You know this will leave a mark…

Holding your breath

Hoping, waiting,

You’re constantly thinking about your employees and their safety and your friends and your community, did I clean this ? Did I touch that? Did I do enough?

Are we safe? Are we out of this shadow? or is this just the eye of the storm…

Writers Log #25

I tried writing a few letters. My hands shake so much, you couldn’t have read it. I’m not really sure the last time I slept well. I wonder about the weather, how it will change everything. We all have short term memory.

Will I run out of things to say?

This is not the end

Just get through these hours

Look for the opportunity

You’re still you

I have this nervous energy

Everyone is awake

Wanting these days to end

I’m tired

So tired

And I wonder

If 14 days is enough

I’ve been, along with so many of us, working for 13 days 142 hours and we all see the same things…this isn’t enough, this could be our reality for a few months…

I hope for new art

I hope for new beginnings

I hope we are strong enough

Let us be good

Let us be good

Are we good …