Small Steps Forward

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The past couple of weeks have been heavy ones for me creatively. I was in something of a slump, finding it difficult to put words on paper. But Tuesday broke that streak, and I wrote two new poems. They’ll need work, no doubt, but they are on paper now. I can fine tune them later with fresh eyes.

I still haven’t started on the 25th anniversary edition of Broken Images, though it’s on my horizon.  Another idea has also been spinning in my head for a few days. It’s still too early to share details, but it feels fun, powerful, and important. It is something that matters deeply to me, and something I hope will matter to you as readers when it is closer to finished.

For now, I want to share a spotlight poem with you. This one is about the long journeys we sometimes find ourselves on, the kind where the end may be near, but we dare not get our hopes up too soon.


Spotlight Poem: “One Day Closer”

One day closer to home

A long hard journey continues

Early morning — I’m on the road
Carrying myself across slow miles

Late evening — I stop to rest
My feet are sore from walking
My mind is numb from thinking…
Or trying not to think

I lie beside the road
And sleep away the darkness

It is a tired dreamless sleep
This is a blessing

What a huge disappointment it would be
To be home in my dreams
Only to awaken just one day closer.

Thank you again for being here with me along this journey.


Until next time,

-Donnie

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