On the Occasion of Getting the Results of a Biopsy a poem by Jene’ Jackson I lifted my eyes to the sky after hearing “all clear” at a dreaded follow up To see two hawks circling between contrail X’s hallways the high ways. The hawks circled each other together but
I’ve spent the morning fiddling with the Church of Wild YouTube channel, creating playlists and adding videos from the last couple of years. We’re smack in the middle of the Read-Aloud journey, where I’m reading The Oat Project out loud on Facebook Live, every night at 7:30pm MST, until done.
It’s been an INTENSE year here in Jene’-land. Over the last two years, via hard as hell work in therapy for the first time in my life, I’ve finally begun to work through early trauma, my mother’s death, and gotten at the root cause of lifelong depression, panic, and anxiety.