This summer has burned hot and so has my poetry so I took a brief hiatus in August to let my creativity brew. For this first post of September, I've got my newest poems from this week for you and some of my highlights that I had originally posted on Patreon. Enjoy! 

September 1st: 
Relaxation
by Amy Kay Czechowicz

My friend
Don’t forget to relax
Let your body melt to the ocean floor
Sink deeply and breathe
Your breath is a bubble of resilience
I’m which you can float

September 2nd:
Tie-dye Summer
by Amy Kay Czechowicz

Oh how we relish this tie-dye summer
A final -hurrah before the world finishes burning
Color patterns following the slick kaleidoscope of oil shines
Before the match strike

September 3rd: 
Smother
by Amy Kay Czechowicz
Sugar-crusted grilled peaches sitting a top your piled-high vanilla ice cream
Or
Desire for more, more respect, more pay, more attention suffocating your ability to be content
Can one be good and one be bad or is it shades between - to be smothered by sugar-crusted peaches
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September 4th: 
FFS
by Amy Kay Czechowicz

Word choice
Our preference for one word over another
A poet's prerogative
And what goes into judging each other's words
Here you sit
Judging mine
Yet it is mine
And it's interpretation is yours
Thank you

March 23: 
Tardigrade, Beetle, Fish
by Amy Kay Czechowicz
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I'm made in the image of the bird
Clearly my nose is like a beak
My toes have joins my ankles have feet


I'm made in the image of a tardigrade
When I want to move I fall with control of gravity
When I find surplus food I keep it with me 'round my belly


I'm made in the image of a beetle
If I want to crawl along the earth I do so
Crooked elbows bending to move me slow


I'm made in the image of a fish
Beautiful lungs along my spine
Wide lips and open eyes


I'm made through selected happenstance
In the image of the earthling
Like the birds, the tardigrade, the beetle, and the fish

It's been half a year of my 2023 Year of Poetry which means I've written over 185 poems and posted them to Patreon. As you know, I was hopeful that the Patreon would bring my poems to the writing arts community and spark the conversation. I've since realized that this website is a better "home" for my poems and that Instagram is a better sharing platform to inform others when I've got my poems up. 

So we're back, baby!!! 

The remaining poems for 2023 will be posted here instead. 

I hope you enjoy! 

Day 188

Alive
by Amy Kay Czechowicz
I'm in a fight for my life
And the enemy has claws of expectation
They threaten deep rends in my joy of the present
My greaves protect with mindfulness and drawing sweet breath

I'm in a fight for my life
And the enemy has teeth of doubt
They threaten punctures on my dreams and courage
My helmet is strong with diligence and perseverance

I'm in a fight for my life
And the enemy has a stinging tail of apathy
They threaten stabs in my gratitude and abundance
My shield resists with attention and choice

I'm in a fight for my life
And I'm happy to be alive

Hello Poetry and Yoga Lovers! 

I imagine there is quite an overlap there. 

Anyhow, I'm posting for two reasons. 1. to share some of my favorite poems that have come out of my year of poetry 2023 so far and 2. to share some exciting news about my yoga teaching! 

So, in reverse order - I'm officially teaching yoga at a STUDIO starting April 4th, 2023. I'm ecstatic. I've been on this yoga teaching journey and have been teaching since 2018 but only through my own LLC. Now, I'll be teaching two classes every Tuesday at Green Lotus Yoga and Healing Center in Lakeville, MN. I'll be teaching Yin from 4:45-5:45pm and Vinyasa from 6-7pm. 

And now for the poems, my intention with sharing them here is to draw attention to my Patreon. I really believe that the world will be a better place the more time we get to spend doing art, including poetry. So I wanted to give the world of poetry lovers a chance to support my poetry writing in a tangible way. 

That being said, I also believe that reading poetry is a worthwhile endeavor and so I'll put these here for you to enjoy, and hey, if you like it, swing over to my Patreon page and sign up to support my poetry writing! 

Sweet January Treat
by Amy Kay Czechowicz
I'll take this January.
This cold happy moment swept under my feet
Slick as the bead of water melting under my blades
A million sugary January afternoons like this please, garçon
The delectable pine trees beckon with their ice cream boughs
I squint and wobble as the sunshine turns my vision blue
I admire the bright lemons behind my eyelids as I lay
Yes, more of this sweet treat
Beloved - After Vandana Khanna
By Amy Kay Czechowicz
My name means beloved. And maybe my grandpa picked my name, or he liked it at least. I remember his lemon drops and sunshine on the back of a brown armchair. My mother says I made her sick and she weighed less after she carried me than before. I ruined her appetite as I acquired my own.
The other option for my name was Elaina. Oh, that my grandpa would have picked Elaina instead. How elegant I would have been, a dancer, certainly. Instead of a stout midwestern gal with a hearty appetite and the legs to show for it.
Now, though, I'm glad for my name. Grateful to grandpa and the story. Glad to know the secret meaning at introductions or when I'm giving myself pep-talks. A reminder, at the least, that I'm lovable, capable of being loved. Beloved. 

The Word of the Day is Paladin
by Amy Kay Czechowicz

A millennium between us and the pal of Charlemagne
Does heroism and honor have the same name?
Do we as peers in this modern court
Exceed the measure our forebears did start?
Do we study history to not relive the past
Cringing and cheering for Irene the Empress
Are we stuck in mirrored plots and foibles
Still thrashing for say-so and gouging out eyeballs
How tiresome to realize nobilities nativity
Power granted through access and breeding
One thousand years earlier and one thousand years back
Lost at the beginning or found in the clash

We're back to another December. It was great to see so many of you landing on the page and sticking around for the poetry. I was able to pen a few poems here and there this year and I kept up with my weekly yoga practice. At one point, I got my home practice to three times a week a few weeks in a row. I always feel optimized when I cultivate a high frequency of yoga and poetry! 

In that vein, my year-end reflection has brought me to a few reflections. The first is that my belief that the world can only benefit from more yoga and more poetry is not wrong. Feel free to provide contrarian evidence. Secondly, that in 2023, I can shape the daily practices I want to see through structure. One way I've committed to that structure is by starting a Patreon page for folks who want to interact with my poetry more. You can find it at: patreon.com/user?u=84428775

​Hope to see you around! 

Wow! What a ride! If you had asked me in November 2019, when I was registering for classes for my upcoming first semester of my MBA program, what predictions I had for the world while I attended school, I would not have guessed widespread pandemic, global upheaval and supply chain disruption, and long-needed collective action for social justice and change. Yet, here we are, two years later, my program is done and I know I'm as transformed as this world I live in. 

I feel a deep sense of satisfaction and pride that I kept the contract with myself. I had declared sometime in late 2018 or early 2019 that I was ready to attempt my MBA. Initially, I was expecting it to take me closer to two and a half years and, I'm relieved to have finished in two. It was not two years without tears or worries or frustrations. The material was challenging as was my pace. 

I feel a deep sense of gratitude for my program. I believe the courses I took were extremely useful and applicable. My professors typically chose up-to-date books with relevant looks at our rapidly evolving environments. We were given challenging and appropriate assignments that I could translate into my day-job. We were charged to think beyond our anecdotal experiences and put on our research caps for validity and reliability of our hypotheses. I got to study operations and statistical process control, true strategic marketing, and the latest research in human resources and organizational development. I got to put my mind together with my fantastic classmates as we analyzed and summarized Friedman and Porter's arguments, as we dug into and actually practiced negotiation and ethics. 

Because my program was small. I got to know the 15-20 folks who were repeatedly in my courses. I feel connected to my graduating cohort even though we took 75% of our program online. I'm grateful to the university for acknowledging that online doesn't have to be boring or uniform. It can be adaptive and real and foster a sense of connection when done well. 

I'm so grateful to the numerous individuals whose support, encouragement, commiseration, and shoulders-to-cry-on made completing my MBA possible. You know who you are <3. 

And finally, I leave you with a poem I wrote today while reflecting on my learning journey. If there is anything out there you're thinking of doing, do it! There is beauty in transformation, my butterflies. 

I'm sitting down to reflect on my year and, I have to admit something to you, dear reader. In 2020, a year when we faced a deadly pandemic, murdering police and calls for social justice, an atypical election cycle with attacks on our democracy, and business-not-as-usual, I, a self-proclaimed over-achiever, took on too much. In summary, last year I committed and completed the following: writing a daily poem and posting it here, my first year of classes towards my MBA, practicing and teaching yoga (in-person at first, online you-know-when), being an engaged contributor at my full-time day job, meeting my consulting clients' needs, and being a loving spouse who shares the workload.

Here's my caveat: even knowing it was a tough year, and hindsight being 20/20 and all, I still don't think I would go back and take anything off my plate. Wild. Right? So, with that personal clarity, I wanted to share with you the top insights I gained from taking on too much in 2020.

• It's not "too much" if it gives you purpose

You see, purpose, the reason you give yourself to accomplish anything, is, I think, one of my core drivers of contentment. When I have purpose, I am content. When I have purpose, I can see that the purpose is good and I am enough with or without it. The purpose still helps. In my day-job and consulting business, I talk about "purpose, process, and practice" as a means to getting to success. And, in everything I chose to do last year, I was moving towards the purpose I gave myself in 2017 when I wrote out my life's mission: to help myself and others live a life of comfort and ease. Posting my daily poem here helped me process my thoughts while also creating something new. My MBA classes contributed to my own personal development and also fueled my fire by allowing me to meet new people and learn new things. Practicing and teaching yoga kept me connected to my own body and wellness. I never felt compelled to "remove" something from my to-do list because it all contributed to my purpose. 

•  Timing is everything

I attribute a big part of my making it through the past year unscathed from my commitments to how I timed things. I planned my consulting to happen on PTO days, and during break weeks from school (or at least when classes were winding down).  I made sure that yoga and enjoying the outdoors with my spouse was a priority so that I could return with a clear mind to my weekend and weeknight school work and my workdays. I acknowledged that timing can get rough and that there has to be somewhere something can give. Usually, the "give" was my daily poem. You'll notice a contrast between my 2018 posting of my daily poetry versus in 2020, last year I posted many more "catch-up" days with more than one poem.

• You can do it (with a little self-efficacy)

Shout out to Tammy Hopps! Self-efficacy is a word I remember hearing her say  at least daily back on the Bloomington campus at Rasmussen College. "Self-efficacy" means believing in yourself and it can make a huge difference in reaching your goals. "They can because they think they can" is the 17th century take on an old Latin phrase that is often attributed to Henry Ford. One of my go-to mantras when I'm having a rough day or when I think I'm in over my head is to repeat "I can handle everything coming my way" and well, you know the rest.

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• I control what occupies my mind
Despite the overwhelming amount of options my attention span is inundated with, in the end, I get to decide what information, entertainment, distraction, etc., consumes my mind. If you've been following me for a while, you probably saw that I paused my own reading of books for leisure for the first half of 2020. My intent was to pause for the entire year and over summer break, my will weakened and after that, I reasoned with myself that I could balance the urge to read with the rest of my commitments, which I did - sort of. I also stopped thinking as much though. I let the books become what I wanted them to be, a distraction, and it was fine because it was what I needed. At the same time, I haven't read any leisure books so far in 2021 and already I see my thought patterns changing. I also notice a correlation between novel reading and social media. When one goes up, the other goes down. I'm most heartened by my awareness. Because I am aware of what wants to pull my attention and what happens when I follow those different paths, I can better decide how I want my mind occupied.

• Having purposeful downtime is not wasteful. 
I could have called this one 4b because it's definitely related. Since I control how my mind is occupied, I'm also in charge of whether I'm being "recharged" or just "draining the battery". If I choose downtime that makes me go braindead or forget that there is life "out there", then I'm not actually refueling. Choosing downtime that helped me feel refreshed and energized, such as a walk and a phone call, or making art, made a big difference on whether I had the energy and enthusiasm for school after work. Sitting down and reading a book made me want to stay sitting and stay reading. The new year gave me a good chance to "reset" and I'm finding my way forward on this one again.

• It's humane to be human
Being human must come first or I can't be anything. When I pay attention to my physiological needs and responses I am better able to concentrate on the tasks I decide to get done. This insight was taught at the school of hard knocks of 40 hour work-from-home workweek followed by evening school work. I could no longer rely on my walk to and from the bus station to stretch my legs. I could not count on having every weeknight for hikes or biking. I needed to be intentional in how I moved, sat, and slept. Yoga was a big help and when I practice more than 3 times a week, I can get away with more inactivity during the work day. The fewer the yoga sessions though, I better be moving on my 15s and lunch! Setting a routine helped and getting outside. I feel so much more human when I can feel the wind on my face at least once a day. 

Thank you, dear reader, for sticking with me this long on my 2020 reflection, for tolerating my mildly obnoxious humble-brag as I worked through those insights. I hope they help you and me in navigating what is coming our way for 2021.  

I believe perspective creates reality and though we may not have turned the corner on good things outweighing the bad, there is a lot of good inside of me, you, everywhere that can fill us up. My wish for us in 2021 is that we carry with us the surprising gratitude, the moments we realized our treasures, that we keep that hard-earned perspective and keep dreaming. 

Happy New Year! 

​Love - Amy Kay

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Almost. 

I did some reflecting on my 2020 intention setting poem. Remember that one? It was "I Will Be A Corpse Whale". You can read it here. I wrote it's second response poem tonight. 

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Sometimes my traditional MBA courses make me irate as hell. 

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I had some virtual family time today and it was fantastic. 

I'm holding a paradox in my heart on this one. I do, sincerely wish for peace and joy and comfort to you this holiday season, and, I believe we could be doing a better job. My poem today carries a bit of my sadness from some things I heard in the news report today. 

Wow! If you are near the twin cities, Sever's Festival of Lights in Shakopee, Minnesota is fantastic. 

Here are three poems for the last three days. I've been rejuvenating, sleeping in, painting my house, and working on a pre-requisite for my MBA program. It's a blizzard in Minnesota right now and my house is cozy and perfect. It makes me feel very thankful for what I have. The solstice was on Monday and also made me feel thankful. The days will just keep getting brighter from here. 

"Solstice" is an ekphrastic poem in Shadorma form inspired by this image by David Sockrider. 

"Descendant" is an ekphrastic poem inspired by this image by Jacob Sutton.  

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Check out my inspiration for this ekphrastic poem here: https://www.artistaday.com/?p=143815.  Arielle Pytka is the artist. I've written quite a few poems about the concept of clowns and this might be my favorite. Thanks again to Rattle for inspiration on ekphrasitc poems. 

Shout out to Rattle for their monthly ekphrastic poetry challenge that inspired this one. Shout out to Dominique Dève whom they chose as the featured artist to inspire us in December. 

art credit: Dominque Dève 

Let there be peace on earth. 

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A collum lune and a shadorma. I'm in the holiday spirit. Tonight I addressed all of my holiday cards while watching two holiday movies back to back. So you get two holiday poems, back to back. 

I am greatly enjoying my first few days of school break. 

A collum lune and a self-portrait poem. 

It was finals week and I had a bear of a schedule to wrestle. The celebration today was sleeping in, practicing yoga, talking with family members, buying holiday gifts, and posting these poems. 

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I'm not making excuses. I'm just living. 

I'm just a tad frustrated and wish I could read minds. 

I'm a lucky human and have fallen in with many other humans who make me feel complete and content and enough. This poem is for one of those sparkling stars of my life-time. Agape <3. 

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Wishing you joy, this season. 

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One of the best and worst things. The best because it's a challenge to understand and explore the paradox you find, the worst because it's hard to make peace between the two truths.