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Valentine’s Challenge — 14 Words

A challenge in time for Valentine’s Day —

Enter as many times as you wish!   This is a carryover from a Facebook Virtual Event by Jodi Barnes which you are invited and encouraged to join … either posting here on 20 Lines, or Facebook, or BOTH so that we can all share and gorge ourselves on love.  For the Facebook project, the poems will be distributed on Valentine’s Day to strangers who may be in need of love and poetry.  And you can also do this project similarly where you live.

Here are Jodi’s rules:

Write a 14-word poem (doesn’t need to rhyme or take a specific form). Because “14 words” has a repulsive association with white supremacy, I’m ready to help turn “14 words” into one unifying hopeful piece of love for ONE WORLD, ONE RACE, ONE LOVE. Write 14 words about love–anything related to love, kindness, peace–and post it/them here, let them go, and know that another human being you (probably) don’t know will read your little poem(s) and then, who knows?!


List your poem here, as part of the challenge and mention if you’d like for me to share your poem with Jodi for her beautiful project, OR join us over there and post along with us!

Wishing you much love in all things,


Subway challenge, anyone?

Melissa Hassard:

How’s this for a challenge? Anyone up for it?  M.

Originally posted on dVerse:

I think there’s no place in a city where you get more intimate with their people than when you ride the Subway.

It’s like a melting pot and the mixture of ingredients is diverse…

You have business men, suit and tie, the little girl on the hand of her mom with ice cream in the corners of her mouth– Over there a cool 16 year old with green hair and leather jacket, nose pierced.

There’s the old man with the wrinkled face and worn down shoes and a guy with sparkling eyes who preaches the Lord in spanish.

And did you see the musician in the corner and the homeless man-? they all breathe, fill their lungs with underground air, enter, exit– doors slide– and somehow, it’s magic–

I’ve been riding the London tube with its wooden steps going down and down and down and the electronic voice that tells you…

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