Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EDT June 6th 2022

Thank you to everyone who joined us for this session!

For this session we read a poem Things Haunt by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, posted below. 

Our prompt was: Write about what’s in the mirror

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Things Haunt by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza

California is a desert and I am a woman inside it.
The road ahead bends sideways and I lurch within myself.
I’m full of ugly feelings, awful thoughts, bad dreams
of doom, and so much love left unspoken.

Is mercury in retrograde? someone asks.
Someone answers, No, it’s something else
like that though. Something else like that.
That should be my name.

When you ask me am I really a woman, a human being,
a coherent identity, I’ll say No, I’m something else
like that though.

A true citizen of planet earth closes their eyes
and says what they are before the mirror.
A good person gives and asks for nothing in return.
I give and I ask for only one thing—

Hear me. Hear me. Hear me. Hear me. Hear me.
Hear me. Bear the weight of my voice and don’t forget—
things haunt. Things exist long after they are killed.

Copyright © 2018 by Joshua Jennifer Espinoza. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on December 11, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.

6 thoughts on “Live Virtual Group Session: 6PM EDT June 6th 2022

  1. Terry Hourigan

    A pained face, the memory of a doctor who received no ER patients from Sandy Hook.
    Thoughts of PTSD. The ER staff at St Vincent’s, watching the South tower fall,
    waiting for patients who never arrived. Where did he go? Haunted, reliving it all,
    when Uvalde exploded?

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  2. About what’s in the mirror~~~

    Who is this person who peers back at me in this old, cracked mirror?
    She is a wealth of experiences and emotions.
    She is a concoction of sadness and happiness, successes and failures.
    She has a heart that is fragile, easily affected by what the world puts before her… its imperfections and injuries to its people.
    I wonder if she feels boxed in at times,
    not totally free to explore the full realm of existence.
    Does she have regrets about things not said, not accomplished?

    As I look at her, though, I have respect for the life she has lived,
    for the people, she has helped on their journeys of life.
    I give her my gratitude and pray that her future is full of surprises
    and blessed with those small, but astounding moments of life.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Scarlet Kinney

    What’s in the Mirror?

    Not a reflection.
    Reflections are not IN the mirror.
    Something else, much deeper, resides there
    In its inscrutable depths.
    One’s secret, perhaps?
    That one thing that must never been seen?
    One’s lost childhood?
    The paths one walked in past lives
    That created the false image of the reflection?

    Break the mirror!
    Rejoice as it shatters,
    For now, to know who you are,
    You must look within.

    Liked by 1 person

      • Scarlet Kinney

        Thanks, Michele. Yes, I agree, and that’s what struck me most about today’s poem. We are bombarded our whole lives with messages about perfecting our appearance, as though how we look is who we are, and it’s all too easy to lose touch with the spirit of the soul within.

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