#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Brook and Maple Blooms

Woke to a crisis of lack of sleep––the boy and his mother. Wave has a cough and coughed all night and needed to stay home from school. His mother had to go to work. So, when they fell asleep for a bit I took Charlie out and skipped my swim. The overflowing brook was less water and I waded across easily in my boots. The tiny red maple blooms puddled together in the light current. This brightened my mood. I missed poetry to be with Wave and I took on the project of cleaning up and organizing his play room. Which took hours. Hours well spent. We have a deal, a new deal: one toy out at a time and then put back in its place. We will see how long this lasts! Tonight I ran the Journal of Expressive Writing Open mic and Quintin Collins did a wonderful reading. You can read his poem, Every day I wake up & get dressed for my own funeral, published in Solstice. My uncle is in the hospital, not doing well, his heart. Should have more of an update tomorrow.