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Writers read.

Mom. Hospital. Falling.

I took my mom to the hospital the other day because she fell and hurt her back. Falling is no joke. She fell out of bed. I had to call the ambulance and they helped me get her in the car. They didn't take her because they wouldn't take her to the hospital she wanted to go to. We were at the hospital for a couple of hours then my sister joined us. She was at Deja's game earlier but of course kept up with us by phone. When she arrived I sat for a moment and gave thanks that the three of us were able to be together. That Roshann and I still have our mother with us. No one knows the day nor the hour. So many folks are dying that we know and we are together. It's not lost on me.

Good Monday. Good class. Good dream.

It's 11:56pm and I am at home. I had a beautiful day today. I love Mondays. Mondays I have my class at CLI at USC. We had a good class tonight. I don't have anything new and terrific for this post tonight. I'm behind like two weeks on my poem a week for 2017 project. I'll make it up before I leave for Chicago next later this week. I had a dream last night that I recited this bad ass poem. I loved it. It was fire. So much so that in the dream I said to myself to post it in my blog. In my dream I did. I reached down and turned on my computer and typed the whole thing. The dream was so real I actually thought I typed it in here, but no, it was just a dream. All of it. Oh well.

A poem a week for 2017 - week 6 - New day

Take me to the river
Let water wash over my head
My shoulders
Through my fingers
Have mercy
Save my life
Again

Remember way you loved me before
When I was new
When my whisper smelled like jasmine
When my touch would heal your flesh

There are rocks in my throat
Blood under my nails
Blisters on my feet

Take me to the water
Clean me
Make me new like before

I have been fighting for freedom
For mine and for yours
For our boys and our girls

Let me rest on the grass
The sun cry on my face
Kiss me under my chin
Run your fingers cross my neck

Wet me in the water
Until I call out your name

A poem a week for 2017 - week 5 - Speak (haiku)

Tell me your name and
I will say it. Scream with my
Fire tongue 'cross land