At moon high tide
I run off the end of the silvered dock
Phosphorous confounds inverted eyes
wanting to grasp something more
than air can offer
to sustain this body sinking
into black mollusk mud
and transparent jelly fish.
(c) 1985 – Jessan Dunn (DeCredico) Otis
, or we don’t talk to the ones
who
know and survive
It is past time
to call you back again
The old ones are dead
Like water bright
in the eye
The brush of memory is too wide
And the surface is shimmered and wrong
Long afternoons listening
to the old woman about
her old women
The algae of remembering obscures
Again and again.
Jessan Dunn (DeCredico) Otis © 1985
Welcome to Rhode Island Writer’s Harvest (RIWH). This initiative was launched on May 21, 2021. This CALL TO ACTION is an open invitation to all Rhode Island writers (all genres), readers, and supporters. Please follow the link below to read, review, and join me in this community of Rhode Island writers and those who want to give back to help end hunger in Rhode Island. Thank you to Steve Maciel and Billy Shore – many blessings.
Thank you,
Jessan
Jessan Dunn Otis
Founder|Director
Rhode Island Writer’s Harvest (RIWH)
https://rhodeislandwritersharvest.wordpress.com/
OPEN MESSAGE TO ALL CANDIDATES VYING FOR A POLITICAL OFFICE IN THE UNITED STATES
Please end all negative advertising, backbiting, innuendo, sound bite editing and all other snarky positioning.
Who are you? For what do you stand? What are your credentials? What are your aspirations for your desired office? What good do you hope to do for your community if elected? All else is chatter, noise and distraction.
We deserve better than this; and, you should aspire to be better than that.
Thank you, in advance, for your considerations and compliance.
Kindest Regards,
Jessan Dunn Otis
Registered Voter
“The more I think I know, the more I know what I don’t know.”
If you feel you’ve hit a brick wall, if everyone is telling you you’re being foolish and will never succeed, if you believe your dream is unattainable, if you think you’re the only person in the world that’s ever been [____fill in this blank___], if you can’t find your joy anymore, if the curb looks up to you, if you think you’re too young, if you think you’re too old, if all you seem to be getting is failure, if anyone has ever called you stupid, fat, and/or ugly, if you simply can’t go another step; repeat after me, like a mantra: #PUSH.
This is just to say I’ve left you a bouquet of wildflowers, fresh-picked from our garden, on the table in front of the couch where you, often, sit. You are sleeping. The sun’s up and so am I and the birds and other living things. Continue to breathe easy in the room across the hall. https://pic.twitter.com/is3Bgi1j2O
Love,
~ Jessan
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This was originally posted on @Twitter on June 22, 2022.
The long grass moves
The breeze blows
One opposite of the other
I know where that rabbit is and goes.
(c)2022
This is me, talking to myself: How can you call yourself a writer if you don’t write?
Me replying to me: You mean writing inside my head doesn’t count?!
Sort of; but, not really. Where’s the proof?
Dang!
Okay! Okay! I’ll put it down on paper/print. Better?
It’s a start. Now what?
Keep going.
Everything worth doing is worth practicing. Like any activity, writing takes practice. It doesn’t much matter what form the writing takes – be it prose, poetry, opinion piece, an article, a letter, a journal entry, etc. The thing is the writing of it. Getting it out of your head and putting it down in some form. If nothing else, it’s talkin’ to yourself, through writing.
Does anyone else have to read it?
Nope, not necessarily. Your choice.
If noone else reads it, does it still have value?
Always.
So, what you’re saying is that you’re re-committing to “putting it down”, no matter what, in whatever form, on a regular basis – yes?
Yes. I promise.
I’ve got my eyes on you; and, look forward to what comes next.
Thanks. Me, too.
Jessan Dunn Otis|Writer 