Climbing Mango Trees in Skirts and Other Thoughts

not-quite Journaling, 51

Outside my window,
snowflakes polka dot New York
in a wintry shroud.
In my hearth, I fight frost’s bite
with inked feels and growing things.

3/14/2023: It’s is cold, windy, gloomy, and I don’t like it. But my books, plants, and the beef stew I made last night are wonderfully warming. So, there’s balance… sort of. How are things in your bit of the universe?

 

3/21/2023: Bits of the novel I’m working on are set in places that look and feel a lot like the Dominican Republic where I grew up until my mid-teens. The process has made me rather nostalgic… So, this prose poem came to mind.

 

I soar in the dark.

3/23/2023: Just a wee reminder for me, myself, and I (and you, too, if you want it or need it). 🖤🥰🖤

 

sun kisses
in a New York spring--
how lucky!

4/4/2023: Today would be a really good day to avoid New York City (the Orange Infection is scheduled to be arraigned in a Manhattan criminal court); the city will be a total mess. But I need a mammogram, and I refuse to let that… man change my routine. Besides, spring is springing, tomorrow is my birthday, and the sun is dancing kisses on my skin.

 

4/13/2023: I’ve had a ridiculously exhausting few weeks. But things are about to get back to my normal. I’m just one liver MRI and a visit to vascular medicine away from completing my yearly exams… until next year… damn.

- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #72: Writing About Writing.