Devonne Brown

Don’t make any,

They have no power, no grip

That’s not exactly true

You always remember them, no matter what you do.

It’s a boundary thing.

Put your head down and go face first into the maelstrom, get it over with

Like shots, jabs, injections

When I was in my forty-fives, I swan dove into a pool of ten-inch styrofoam blocks 

It was like flying 

Climbing out was another story, I did it without the help of a firetruck. I didn’t think it would be possible. I tried to give up a couple of times, but shook my head and had to go on. It wasn’t funny. I didn’t have the freedom climbing out as I did going in. I would be dead if I swan dove into ten-inch styrofoam bricks now…twenty years later. Drowned in a pool of ten inch styrofoam blocks. Gave up the will to live and just died. Unless they got the fire truck,

New Year’s resolutions

Go back to work and let the kids do their thing

Tolerance. Forget patience. 

That has never happened and it isn’t going to….let’s just go with tolerance.

I teach fractions …Keep, Change, Flip….multiply then reduce…

I can do it

I can tell you how

But it won’t be pretty, we’ll all get confused, we’ll all get frustrated, 

then we’ll laugh about it over Jolly Ranchers.

Second Semester, second half of the year, 

I need to make a plan

For what is to come

What’s next….what do I want it to be 

In my next life?

I always ask this…

“Times they are a-changing.”