My intent here is to write a poem from the prompt I give to you , the reader, in hopes that it will inspire something and get others to write with me. Wednesday, February 11, 2015. I know that a lot of you knew that I was unable to post anything for a bit, due to being homeless for a few months.

Life, love and more. January 27, 2017 by Mel. Her size was 3oz and 8 cm and she measured smaller than her age, so they put her at around 13W6D and changed my due date. At 13 weeks gestation with a heartrate of 138 she was eligible for abortion had we chose it even though she was clearly a live human. All because I chose life! We did.

Life Moments Must Compel Us to Move Forward. More than anything, I have learned so much from my friend and she continues to teach me about love and life every day.

So Much, Too Late. Lost and found, and lost. Again like a bad penny. I guess I need a second wind.

Soodenim no longer lives here. Evolve or be doomed to repeat the same mistakes from your past. Only one post will remain here. The one where it all began.

Except when washed clean and revitalized. Even the rain is contradictory in my world. Even bad poetry is good, she tells me. Thanks to Jingles for the award. The title is in reference to this article.