<p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Our first publication </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Pasadena Rose Poets Poetry Collection 2019 Reflection. Resistance. Reckoning. Resurrection</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>. was published in September prior to COVID-19 initial invasion. To celebrate our 6th Anniversary July 2022 we decided to launch our second book </span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Pasadena Rose Poets Poetry Collection 2022 Not So Perfect Storm</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>. &nbsp; Our journey was shaped by unchartered terrain which caused us to keep adjusting and reinventing laced with a litany of surprising challenges chaos and change.&nbsp; Not only in our communities but all over the world.&nbsp; Illness and death snatched family and friends economic hardships hunkered down; ravaging wildfires multiplied; January 6th riot erupted; murder of George Floyd and rare guilty verdict protests mushroomed; appointment of Justice Ketanji Brown to the US Supreme Court joyful; and the continuing war of genocide in Ukraine.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>We continued to read write publish create and stay connected with each other and our communities while exploring and observing new experiences within reach woven with threads of randomness.&nbsp; A bird fly so close you feel the warm air from wings enter your ear; walking stop look down a shiny dime glistens at your feet and encounter a bear in your dreams as hint of danger dissolves when you say No! No! the bear walks away.&nbsp;</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)></span><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Not So Perfect Storm</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>.&nbsp; Our saving grace is the urge and need to write to document what we see and feel since our work mirrors life real or imagined. &nbsp; The first gift of the day is the fact that we wake up.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</span></p><p><br></p>