Author: abbeyrow10

I have a love/hate relationship with fb. Today I loved the throw back picture fb shared, my first poetry reading in England. I read a political poem I wrote after the Parkland shooting. I re-read it today……whooo, how scornful to have school shootings. The poem was 14 pages long. I had things to say like a preacher on Easter Sunday. I would share the 14 page poem, but it is a lot for this forum.

This photo is so powerful. It shows me so happily doing something I love with friends that I love. I have had hardest time reacclimating to the USA after living abroad. To be honest my kids did too. One harder than the other two. I poured myself into reacclimating my children and making sure they were settled. When we finally passed that point I was left lost and lonely, yearning for my pedestrian lifestyle in a city I loved and with people I fondly found and loved them back. I created something really special there. It has yet to be duplicated here.

Today was bittersweet for me. I love looking at that photo, but sadness encapsulated my heart. I cried most of the day. I tried to go for a walk but I could not stop crying. I was not in a mood to be seen today.

I am thankful for the trips I have made across the pond to visit my friends, wonderful places and delicious restaurants. But, no living situation will compare to life in England. Godspeed.

I miss Abbey Street! If I cannot be there, I love to reminisce with time spent here. Enjoy an oldie, but goodie. I love my friend tribe.

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By Sarah E

01.10.24

Kissing summertime—catch a

memory like a game of

basketball.  Time  twiddles

@gmail account—

alt (ered) alt alt alt—

control & delete.

The sky draws celestial

desire & time holds you like a

Black dress on a velvet

hanger. Catch & release—

control & delete.

I wish I could format the writing to single space-Gah–technolofy 😉

A quick write from my morning walk today with my pup. There was a beautiful rain last night and the wind showed me the aftermath from that thunderstorm this morning. An everlasting reminder to the reader is a fresh write and due for many edits. Thanks for visiting my site today.

Gunmen in schools is a moral issue that policy makers can fix. Damn!

Pick your Prose…:/

The ink drought, but the flip, when creativity flows it runneths over.

Again, this entry highlights fresh writes and experimenting with prose. It was a fun exercise…!

Close your eyes, use your senses, now paint your poetry… 🙂

The original poem was written by a young Italian woman, age 18 who lost her life too soon. It was a beautiful honor to reimage this poem and work with my dear friend, Caterina on the translation. Please read if you are able and enjoy.

I am. One sentence. One breath in, I. One breath out, am. Add on if you need. It is a great way to start your day. I am love.