Forgive me but I have to know how or from where the miniature horse occasionally shows up.
I know something of what that feels like. Monday I was at the zoo heading over to the gorillas I study when what should I behold but two sturdy little donkeys, handsome boys, being escorted, looking very purposeful, on their morning constitutional.
There is something wondrous about the appearance close at hand of an unexpected animal. I know others feel this too with the first pushing up of spring flowers.
I’m delighted and inspired to see that Courtney is writing more poetry! I claim to be among the first to hear her spoken word poems recited in Slam Poetry contests at Columbia university in 2000. The competition then was incredibly fierce and she was always a winner, not only at Columbia but in major NYC events. I don’t recall love being compared to dishwashers then, yet the metaphors, imagery and analogies have grown even more powerful so please keep the poems flowing! 🤗👍😀
You've captured the last three years of modern life, while also showing that a community (intentional or otherwise) may be the only way to survive (& even dare to celebrate) the hard stuff. We are the kale, the monarch and the red wagon.
Love EVERYTHING about your poem, especially the beautiful absurdity of opposites:
"sometimes you just have to say the thing,
sometimes you just have to not say the thing"
Forgive me but I have to know how or from where the miniature horse occasionally shows up.
I know something of what that feels like. Monday I was at the zoo heading over to the gorillas I study when what should I behold but two sturdy little donkeys, handsome boys, being escorted, looking very purposeful, on their morning constitutional.
There is something wondrous about the appearance close at hand of an unexpected animal. I know others feel this too with the first pushing up of spring flowers.
Fritzie! This is an incredible comment.
The miniature horse was a therapy horse that one of my neighbor's sons surprised her with (she's had a stroke and continues to rehab). It was magical.
I’m delighted and inspired to see that Courtney is writing more poetry! I claim to be among the first to hear her spoken word poems recited in Slam Poetry contests at Columbia university in 2000. The competition then was incredibly fierce and she was always a winner, not only at Columbia but in major NYC events. I don’t recall love being compared to dishwashers then, yet the metaphors, imagery and analogies have grown even more powerful so please keep the poems flowing! 🤗👍😀
DD ❤️
Community - so powerful.
Glad you are cherishing it.
well, now im crying
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Beautiful in all the ways. Thanks for sharing.
I've come back to this three times! So much to think about.
Grew up in a cohousing neighborhood and this felt so resonant and beautiful
So beautiful, thank you 💛
This transported me to places familiar and also new, and I'm grateful for both.
You've captured the last three years of modern life, while also showing that a community (intentional or otherwise) may be the only way to survive (& even dare to celebrate) the hard stuff. We are the kale, the monarch and the red wagon.
Courtney, this is a gorgeous ode to LIVING in community. Alive, aware, grateful. Thank you!