In the early afternoon on a Sunday, October morning it would the last time we lived on Diamond ST. High-rise/torn down/ up and coming/ sun after sun/downtown moons so bright they be blinded by the night-glare/ somewhere watching nightmares inside our dreams
uncovering – the rotten stink of the city-bust and busted potholes of the city, some broken lights- blinking back times, roll away corner boys slumped over in their underwear. rollaway/ dumpsters on fire/Down to the wire/living/sunny-side-up
fresh eggs/no fishing/ no wishing/ fresh frogs/ no jumping
Dear anxiety on living/this will be the last time I let somebody run me off -from where I’ve been – where I spent my earnest dollars- where I laid my hat for the last twenty-seven years
what about my dreams, what about- what’s happening to me…
kindness sis. krissy
A Poet's Vision 
Memory, creativity or happening now? Prayers ascending no matter what.
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Amen, Amen, Amen & thank you 🙂
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Praying, too! And thank you for this evocative post!
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thank you Lori 🙂
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Emotionally felt Krissy! Your share touched on many similar trials and challenges. Thank God for his graces that open up to new paths!
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Amen to that 🙂
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A rolling canvas of scenes evoking a mixture of responses. I’m in awe! Applauding 👏🏻👏🏻
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thank you kindly 🙂
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Krissy, your posts aren’t in my WordPress reader anymore, so I tend to show up after a week of missing your new work. Each one I read just now made me run to the “Like” button. I couldn’t even take the time to comment so I could get to the next post. It’s awe-inspiring, but, dear heart, this kind of creating comes from going through a few things, so I’m holding you up in prayer, keeping you on my heart. Healing blessings upon you and your house, my friend!🙏
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thank you so much
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