This begins now.
I feel good again, its been a long time. Poets, artists lets reconvene, and put life back in to ODDBALL MAGAZINE.
I’ve been depressed I’ll admit it, kind of hard when you have mental illness. But I’m back and I hope you are too. So lets build this thing together.
Im on a new medicine. It’s called wishful thinking.
(also new thyroid medicine, no more late for work, no more severe depression)
this is a poem, from my new book I am writing titled “School of Thought”
I think that I might lose my job tomorrow
But I feel like that every Friday
I feel good.
The new prescription works
Woke up and set a personal best
Less then 6 hours rested
And still got up, and did my best.
Early to work, early to rise,
Keeps food on the table
And love in your life.
Might turn on the computer
And navigate to the old website
Time to breathe new life
Into dead megabytes.
Im going to kick the magazine back into high gear
Yell from the hallowed halls
of the database
“IS ANYONE STILL HERE?”
And if you are, I thank you
A new book.
A new medicine.
A new me.
And this feeling isn’t going away any time soon
I’m like a new chapter
A fresh fish
A sweet apple
A megapixel
Dilated and rattled
But still face any battle
Been battered
But never shattered
Back in time
Rewind my history
Rewrite my future
Feel the conclusion is far from over
The clouds have gotten lower
But its still sunshine in my summer
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like!
Dear Jason,
I’ve been thinking of you, but I sensed where you were at. I knew you would be in touch once you moved and dusted. Good to hear your new point of view. Here is a short (poem?) I wrote about mine.
Point of view
Beauty advises me
to change my point of view
from sad memories
murky haze
“put on that cotton dress
and flowered scarf
as a leaf frames a rose
after thorns.
follow the trees
as they compose
in syncopated rows
where light filters through
dancing on my skin
.
walk slowly to the shore line
at sunset
to my violet amber kiss
before the cerulean sky
that lulls me into night
to a dream “
Bridget
Dear Jason,
I meant to tell you that I very much liked your poem. It is one of my favorites. What I like most about your wrting/poetry is that you are so accessable,and in being so you are brave.
I also want all of you who are back on board that I sent the poem in old form with quotations. I have taken them out. That I am responding to beauty and I am not separate from it.
Every single day I must take notice to one beautiful thing a day, and walk in that reason.
Point of view
Beauty advises me
to change my point of view
from sad memories
murky haze
put on that cotton dress
and flowered scarf
as a leaf frames a rose
after thorns.
follow the trees
as they compose
in syncopated rows
where light filters through
dancing on my skin
.
walk slowly to the shore line
at sunset
to my violet amber kiss
before the cerulean sky
that lulls me into night
to a dream
Kindest Regards,
Bridget
Beauty advises me
to change my point of view
from sad memories
murky haze
put on that cotton dress
and flowered scarf
as a leaf frames a rose
after thorns.
follow the trees
as they compose
in syncopated rows
where light filters through
dancing on my skin
.
walk slowly to the shore line
at sunset
to my violet amber kiss
before the cerulean sky
that lulls me into night
to a dream
Dear Jason,
I meant to tell you that I very much liked your poem. It is one of my favorites. What I like most about your wrting/poetry is that you are so accessable,and in being so you are brave.
I also want all of you who are back on board that I sent the poem in old form with quotations. I have taken them out. That I am responding to beauty and I am not separate from it.
Every single day I must take notice to one beautiful thing a day, and walk in that reason.
Point of view
Beauty advises me
to change my point of view
from sad memories
murky haze
put on that cotton dress
and flowered scarf
as a leaf frames a rose
after thorns.
follow the trees
as they compose
in syncopated rows
where light filters through
dancing on my skin
.
walk slowly to the shore line
at sunset
to my violet amber kiss
before the cerulean sky
that lulls me into night
to a dream
Beauty advises me
to change my point of view
from sad memories
murky haze
put on that cotton dress
and flowered scarf
as a leaf frames a rose
after thorns.
follow the trees
as they compose
in syncopated rows
where light filters through
dancing on my skin
.
walk slowly to the shore line
at sunset
to my violet amber kiss
before the cerulean sky
that lulls me into night
to a dream
Not sure why
Kindest Regards,
was in the middle of the poem,
I am sure you all figured that out-sorry for another edit
Hi Jason –
Glad to read this – glad to hear things are looking up for you! I look forward to more on Oddball. Thanks for all you do.
Thank you Dave. Thank You Bridget! Your words mean the world.
Hey, Jason.
We met on the Red Line yesterday. (Sara and Shelle) Where are you performing next? We want to hear the rest of the poem you wrote!
I am reading Tuesday March 12th at the Middle East in Boston, hope to see you there..thanks for reading.