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Poetry | Ask Me by William Stafford

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  Ask Me  --William Stafford   Some time when the river is ice ask me mistakes I have made. Ask me whether what I have done is my life. Others have come in their slow way into my thought, and some have tried to help or to hurt: ask me what difference their strongest love or hate has made. I will listen to what you say. You and I can turn and look at the silent river and wait. We know the current is there, hidden; and there are comings and goings from miles away that hold the stillness exactly before us. What the river says, that is what I say.  ---

Diary | Reflections on 2020 [Mad Solitude]

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Some years are an indecisive breeze on fingernails. Some are tar-like. You said “six feet” to me prior to March 2020, I thought, ah, that perfect stereotypical male height. And, face mask? You mean that which in Korean drama conceals identity and in Japanese drama expresses concern for others? I came from 2019 with two key resolutions: good-good solitude and less doings. So when in March the museum I freelanced at closed, and the after school art programs I taught got suspended, my real pressing concern was the rent––a common ache of one who works “gigs.” I’d been mentally preparing to pack up––if my efforts at self-dependence failed––and move back, shamelessly, home to Mother, if she can afford me. If not, then a one way ticket to Ghana. It never crossed my mind that traveling could drown in unprecedented waters––looks like one can never fully prepare.  Still, in April, I couldn’t help but sincerely write to a colleague, “I am scared and excited at once.” Their response was that my fe

New YouTube Channel

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  I don't know if you're aware of my YouTube addiction, but it exists. Despite being a writer and a reader, I have been wrestling with an abysmal truth: I am watching more videos than reading... And as I feel I've something to say and something to share, I've brushed up my nonexistent video making skills and found courage from the disturbing, scary, interesting, and for me personally, several magical moments in 2020, to start a new YouTube Channel by the name, guess...Jane Through the Seasons! Yes, an extension of the blog.   Please subscribe and do watch. The first few videos probably wouldn't be very good. It is a new field I am DIY-ing through. But I mean to overcome my incompetence and achieve binge-worthy videos in this lifetime...hopefully. Really, do subscribe . THANKS!  Xx JAO

BLACK LIVES MATTER

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To ignore or refuse the worth of lives like mine is to diminish the calibre of lives like yours. It's neither favor nor charity, it's as much your responsibility as it's mine––it's as much for your wellbeing as mine. We've no choice: we're all connected. My pain hurts you as much as yours wound me.  --- J. A. O  P. S. And in my next life I'd very much like to be black again  P. P. S.  Happy 1st Day of Summer 2020  P. P. P. S. Nina Simone says it well in how she plays that piano