Open Write Day 1 of 3 September 2025 with Kelsey Bigelow

Today’s host of the first day of September’s Open Write at http://www.ethicalela.com is Kelsey Bigelow, who works as a mental health poet and renowned author of books, slam poetry events, and writing workshops in Iowa. You can read all about Kelsey and visit today’s prompt and poems here, as she inspires us to think about what lives on the “good side of memories.” Today’s writing is rooted in stream of consciousness writing that can live on in that form or be the start of one that takes root for another.

It’s All in the Kneading and Knowing

the happiest thing

I’ve ever tasted was that moment

when in my grief

soul-gutting tears in a

big-enough-for-all

walls of a VRBO

reverberating sniffles

and crumpled Kleenex

and happy laughs of

oblivious grandchildren playing

with their newest cousin

trying to teach him

to walk at six months

and believing he could

the strains of Amazing Grace

sung to a guitar

by the rest of us trying

to sing with the best of us

believing we could

as we all sat piled high

on the curved couch

pajama-clad, remembering

*******. ********

then one broke the silence

asking for a happier moment

in the autumn – another together

time when smiles returned

then another added

yeah, when

any of us can

make a word from tiles in

turntable Scrabble

and another added

yeah, and only if Mom

brings the pumpkin bread

and right then

in those delicate moments

I knew three things:

that I had taken the reins

as the newest family elder and

that tradition of togetherness

lives on in food tried first

as a flopped recipe

when they’re toddlers, then tested

again and again to perfection

by the time they’re teenagers

and can’t think of gatherings

without it and

that families too

are like that ~

learning to walk

learning to sing

learning to bake

learning to live on

believing

through all the tears and laughter

that together

we can

May Open Write Day 2 of 3

Dr. Sarah J. Donovan is our host today at http://www.ethicalela.com for Day 2 of the May Open Write. She inspires us to write poems of our heritage through place and culture. You can read her full prompt here.

Home is Changing

here in rural Georgia

on my front porch

on this drizzly Sunday morning

on the Johnson Funny Farm

with my coffee

and banana protein shake

I sit in my nightgown

and a pair of flip flops

hair in a clip

computer in my lap

listening

hearing

feeling

crying inside

what has been home

is changing

what has brought comfort

is falling

in sickening thuds

what has brought deep peace

is disappearing

by the log-truck load

birdwatching

here

is almost over

what remains

is perhaps

five more mornings

and my heart is sick

grieving with loss

for my birds

and their nests

and their eggs

and their choir

but this morning

those in trees

still standing sing like

all those Whos in Whoville

in the absence of place or thing

not knowing their tree

is next

today’s song is in joy of overcoming

others are

singing their goodbyes

one by one they’ve come

to the single row of pines

closest to the porch

and perched

like a last hug at the airport

said farewell

and flown off

no luggage in hand

to the next life

my tears here on this porch

don’t stop

won’t stop

how do I live in the absence of

morning birdsong

deep in the woods?

more important~

how do they?