New sense of community:

Most prized gift in the now

Reflecting light back into the

Dark corners of the

Once and buried rhythms

Now dancing on top

Of their own graves


Community of sparks

Community of breaths

Community of  uplifted hand

To write on the pages of today

While tenderly turning over

The crackling and fading

Pages of yesterdays

Now gleaming under the new joy

Of community



Don’t we all remember “United we stand, divided we fall” and “We will overcome” and “We, the people” and “Yes, we can”?

While I have been practicing these principles; indeed, standing at many rope lines in the rain for these principles(among many other practices over the years), only in the past six weeks have I been truly a part of a community of writers.  To one and all who participate in this great writing quest with me, I say “I love you guys!”


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