I just found this video. I get lost on Substack and stumbled upon this. That’s no coinkydink.
Super amazing awesome video chat. It’s so nice to see your smiling eyes. You’re positively radiating. You remind me of my childhood friend, Cindy. We met on the playground at our hilltop schoolhouse. I recently found out it was closed last year. Eleven members of our family attended that school. My house, within waking distance, we played field games, rode bikes, ice skated in the flooded tennis courts. It was a school alive.
I’m like you with the rawness of poetry, secret journal capturing the mood of the moment.
I tried journaling, but felt unease at the format. I much prefer poetry and lyrics. Riddle me moments. Reels of the Rollie.
here’s a haiku I just wrote now inspired by your chat . . .
Smiling the sun shines
waking up the Day
A new beginning
🌞
“Blessed is his mind when he feels so crazed”
This lyric resonates with me. Spiritual pain. Body change. Taking it with grace. My spirit grows strong. A sapling in the wind. Holding on.
I enjoy you your songs. Your voice tender and natural like a seagull flying free.
Your story of how you found your instrument is magical. I believe your ukulele recognized a friend. The key is chi singing. A song blessing winged flying around the globe.
Now this tune “Monster” — inspirational…and that word is insufficient to convey the depth it reaches within me. You know, I first saw you during the performance by your mother of “Dancing Barefoot” at the Lincoln Theater on U Street during her “M Train” book tour….you dropped in on piano kind of impromptu, it seemed. I was on the balcony.
I love your full humanity
Extra Exquisites’ xxxxxxxxxx
Exquisites & Vivacious & Precious & Cherished etc. etc…..,.
Closing tomorrow if you’re in New York, you can visit me a really beautiful exhibit colorful
You are so lovely and such an inspiration. 💜
Exquisites Vivacious Precious Cherished etc.
Lady Jess Michigan Royal Princess
Lady Jess xxxxx
This was the first I watched upon waking. What a sweet way to wake up! Thank you, beautiful poems. Here is something I know you will LOVE -- NETTLES NETTLES NETTLES https://www.patreon.com/posts/155227993?utm_source=post_link&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=patron_engagement&utm_id=0ffed4bc-b627-4aae-8620-fd397ac9ac30
Love when you read to us but am over the moon when you play and sing. Lovely 🥰
You're amazing - a gift to the world. Thank you Jesse 🙏
Omg Epic story about the ukulele swap - totally awesome lol
Editing a poem is as heavy handed as editing a painting—-both are abusive forms of teaching.
Good morning, Jesse. I like your shirt.
I just found this video. I get lost on Substack and stumbled upon this. That’s no coinkydink.
Super amazing awesome video chat. It’s so nice to see your smiling eyes. You’re positively radiating. You remind me of my childhood friend, Cindy. We met on the playground at our hilltop schoolhouse. I recently found out it was closed last year. Eleven members of our family attended that school. My house, within waking distance, we played field games, rode bikes, ice skated in the flooded tennis courts. It was a school alive.
I’m like you with the rawness of poetry, secret journal capturing the mood of the moment.
I tried journaling, but felt unease at the format. I much prefer poetry and lyrics. Riddle me moments. Reels of the Rollie.
here’s a haiku I just wrote now inspired by your chat . . .
Smiling the sun shines
waking up the Day
A new beginning
🌞
“Blessed is his mind when he feels so crazed”
This lyric resonates with me. Spiritual pain. Body change. Taking it with grace. My spirit grows strong. A sapling in the wind. Holding on.
I enjoy you your songs. Your voice tender and natural like a seagull flying free.
Your story of how you found your instrument is magical. I believe your ukulele recognized a friend. The key is chi singing. A song blessing winged flying around the globe.
Hugs and happiness
#replay
Thank you for this wonderful rich hour.
Beautiful songs! 🩷💥
🕯
Now this tune “Monster” — inspirational…and that word is insufficient to convey the depth it reaches within me. You know, I first saw you during the performance by your mother of “Dancing Barefoot” at the Lincoln Theater on U Street during her “M Train” book tour….you dropped in on piano kind of impromptu, it seemed. I was on the balcony.