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Family – Where My Treasure Is – #captureyourgrief

For where your treasure is, there will your heart also be. — Luke 12:34 Times of tragedy allow true character to flourish. Times of heartache reveal family ties we may not have seen before. As I have said before, we have been truly blessed with my family’s support throughout our journey. Between parents, siblings, aunts and uncles, […]

Right on, Write on.

Keeping a blog is one of those things.  No, not those things. Those things.  One of those things that appear unnecessary and superfluous on the surface.  It “eats” time and takes energy that could and “should be spent elsewhere.  Such as in writing “legitimate” pieces, be they poetry, essays, letters, or even email correspondence.  But […]

Moving On.

This is the first time I’ve done this, and I hope to not have to do it again really, but for the sake of my sanity, I have un-friended someone on Facebook. I mean, I’ve done that before with a couple people I didn’t actually know, people who were part of organizations I was also […]

the feeling that I’m feeling is overwhelming…

Eight days ago I pulled an all-nighter in a desperate attempt to wrap volume 2, issue 1 of Shakespeare’s Monkey Revue in time to get copies up here in time for the intended release party. I managed, but in the fog of sleep deprivation. In the days that followed, I pushed to get confirmed RSVPs […]

Freedom, creatively speaking

Last October on my way to a poetry reading, stopped at a red light, I saw one of the coolest cars ever. OK, so maybe the car itself wasn’t so cool. It was a primer-grey, boxy boat, maybe an Oldsmobile or Buick circa 1989. (I know this because I’ve owned a couple of those.) But […]

torch bearing quietly

I will not act out, will not
yell or curse or slam doors,
will not make a scene -- you
do not deserve such a chance
to make an example out of me
to be proven right since you
are not. Instead, I'll stand
at this street corner, raise
my hand high and clench that
light which yet remains. It
will burn brightly, quietly,
fiercely before fading as I.

Then I'll be gone but found.

©JAC 2005

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