As second hand slips past six sounds of mistral whisks slow and minstrels of morning beckon to a new clock a New Day 22, maybe like 21 24, 7, or 51 but birds do sing again, #smallpoems
Day 22 wind howls outside darkened windows morning birds silenced songs not slipping into existence on tongues of time instead stilled, trapped tones and notes who seek escape from our quiet fate does a bird sing alone? #smallpoems
#smallpoems Grappling lead from my heart yet I am scattered, hurt and deeply tired. bemoan partisan differences inability to engage in civic discourse people question inner truths trauma on top of trauma to do with rhetoric. Supportive networks tension between what I want versus what I responsibly should do essential knowledge for our teachers stakes are rai