No baseball has been played. I filled my gas tank once, I watch thousands of protesters on TV. I saw too many fires and broken windows. I watched too many incidents of police swinging clubs at people, pushing to the ground, spraying chemicals at protesters, I grieved for people hurt and those killed. I grieved for families that lost loved ones. I wrote most nights. Failed to get enough walking in, thought about yoga but did none. Grilled BBQ stake. Had a root bear float at work. Wore mask up in public, washed and rewashed my hands too many fucking times. All this and more since my last confession a week ago.
I confess that I do not know what day of the Covid-19 pandemic its is, I just know we are no where near the end. Last I saw there were 786 related deaths in Missouri. Nationwide deaths exceed 114,000. I saw today that there are flair ups in Texas and Mexico. People aren't exercising social distancing very well and I totally expect that we will have to go through another shut down.
Baseball is my go-to to pull me out of the winder doldrums and into the spring then summer and it just makes life remind me of poetry and brings comfort. I confess I am struggling for this comfort.
I'm awaiting some poetry books and I'm really bad at waiting for books to arrive. Amazon has spoiled me, but. I do order elsewhere and I still want them yesterday. Is this impatience a sign of a character flaw?
I confess that I have a lot of material that needs attention. Drafts that need to be rewritten. Should I just pick a day of the week that I always work on rewrites? How do you deal with a pile of work that needs to be rewritten? Do you avoid a pile of it by trying to keep on a piece till you ate ready to call it finished?
Is it wrong to have 22 games of Words with Friends going at once? I'm just asking for a friend, you know.
How many Character flaws make you a character?
When I drove down our street on the way home tonight I saw a black bird large enough to be bigger than Heckle and Jackle combined.
I'll close with a great poem title. This is from a poet that I am quite fond of. Spontaneous Combustion: Girl Kissing Bursts into Flames. That rocking title belongs to Laura Kasischke. I might have to use that as a title prompt to write my own poem from.
Till next time! Stay safe, and be a great Joy & Peace.
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