The mind, a dormant stone

E njoying A nother S tay at home, T rying to have an E aster holiday that feels R ather comfortable, traditional, S o like "home". I tell you, it's U nlike any other, I've ever felt. N othing like the uncomfortable silence of families, or D illy-dallying to the next relative's house, A nd not having to worry about new names or small talk. Y ep, that's different. Isn't it? happy easter! Jessica Wilson Happy Poetry Month #acrosticpoem #easterpoem covid19 can't kill poetry #napowrimo day 11

When I saw you today, I felt petrified. The first time seeing you again, like I saw you when I entered the earth. A tunnel of promises, family that tries to save you repeatedly; the way love is shown. This is what it felt like to stand 6 feet away from you after not seeing you for two months. Jessica M. Wilson April 4, 2020 Day 4 - #napowrimo #nationalpoetrymonth #familypoem #thesetimes covid19 can't kill poetry!

Today is a day to be grateful for. I had so much fun. I think it was because of the way I was able to float from one event to the next to the next to the next. I really enjoy my freedom. The feeling like the cage is lifted...and I get to pamper myself in between. Aside from getting to take a real girly girl shower...one that includes scrubbing with delicious smelling soap, and soak my feet, take care of any shaving... It was awesome. There are days that go by where I don't get to do all this basic me time...like showering. Crazy right? I guess it's because I have 2 kids under 3 years old. ayyyyyyy yi yi yi. Well, that got to happen today... baby Sol tried peeing on the potty... and well it's pretty impressive since he is only 18 months old. Today Luna counted to 12, without any prompting or guidance...she just started counting the beads on her necklace. She was confident and just counted. I am so proud of her. She says more and more words each day, speaks in longer se...

Smiles from the land of Los Angeles! I am so proud to share some family news... Juan and I's niece, Rubbbbbbbbbbby (ruby rooooo), is a dancer! She is 11 years old and is so committed to her skill; she is constantly reinventing and working on her moves :) I am so HAPPY to announce that the Dance troupe from Roy Romer Middle School in North Hollywood, has WON 3 1st place trophies for Dance in the WEST COAST CHAMPIONSHIP from Sharp International! Holy moly! I am so proud of this lil mama! She is already following her passion and is kicking butt! Lots of love to you, Ruby Roo! You make us so proud, Shine on little DANCER!

When you woke up today, did you think of yourself as performing for someone? Are you on a showcase for superstars? A new reality of your own to make shine... What if you reached up to grab at your knees pull them inside your chest, caving; the carving of anatomical complexities, just wide to imagine. Open your mouth and let the air flow in like a falling star from gravity entering beyond orbit into lungs, beating heart -- a hobby. I breathe, to make myself more useful. A hobbyist. Open large, exhale loud -- a hobby. Just an action to a reaction to an action, deliberate or not. A hobby. Talked on the phone today heard from mom and dad. They seemed to want to care today. Seemed to feel the need to understand their daughter, a living entity all on her own, a living victory of their mismatched seeds. A final exam of master-hood. Creation. Yet, still my breath to them -- a hobby. - Jessica M. Wilson

I can't do what my Daddy did, making ends meet from Swap Meet fortunes. I can't do what my Daddy did, start a job at 15, work into it as an adult give in to it for 30 more years to retire to the white picket dream. I can't do what my Daddy did, save-a-way, with each penny earned, each cent nimbly tucked away for the "rainy day". I can't do what my Daddy did, how he helped me with my young goals, set sights on education. No, I can't do what my Daddy did, give in to a structure of economy that took care of him and his family and his sisters and mother a father in the VA... live to see another day... of the Dream. of the American reputation that was printed for all to see in the books of history -- now a mere scrapbook of Uncle Sams glory days. - Jessica M.Wilson 2/28/14 Friday, 11:15am

I want to do something better for you. I want to let you in so you can feel how I breathe, see how the blood spins around my organs. Inside. Outside. In me, I want you to see yourself. Your name in golden aura surrounded by my admiration for your dedication to family, your loyalty to love, to blood. Brother, hold me in this place where our hands are fused to cross the line: dead and living, body and soul, bleeding and soothing. My tears for you, unmasked and eternal. You’re my shelter. My realism and humility. You pull out the poison I feed myself, save me from another night of fatalism and resurrect me to promises of tomorrow. I live for you. Breathe in me; let it settle until the last breath falls from my tongue and our eyes lock and hands fuse as we chatter on into the unknown, together. for Anthony St. Jude Greene April 16, 1978 - July 24, 2011 written on April 16, 2013 -- Anthony's 35th Birthday