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RELATED: Hayden’s longer piece, “Middle Passage,” is read aloud by the author here (link includes text of poem)

Thirsting for
the hierarchic privacy
of Queen Victoria’s century,
she buys up all
the eyesores facing her shore,
and lets them fall.

The season’s ill–
we’ve lost our summer millionaire,
who seemed to leap from an L. L. Bean
catalogue. His nine-knot yawl
was auctioned off to lobstermen.
A red fox stain covers Blue Hill.

And now our fairy
decorator brightens his shop for fall,
his fishnet’s filled with orange cork,
orange, his cobbler’s bench and awl,
there is no money in his work,
he’d rather marry.

One dark night,
my Tudor Ford climbed the hill’s skull,
I watched for love-cars. Lights turned down,
they lay together, hull to hull,
where the graveyard shelves on the town. . . .
My mind’s not right.

A car radio bleats,
‘Love, O careless Love . . . .’ I hear
my ill-spirit sob in each blood cell,
as if my hand were at its throat . . . .
I myself am hell,
nobody’s here–

only skunks, that search
in the moonlight for a bite to eat.
They march on their soles up Main Street:
white stripes, moonstruck eyes’ red fire
under the chalk-dry and spar spire
of the Trinitarian Church.

I stand on top
of our back steps and breathe the rich air–
a mother skunk with her column of kittens swills the garbage pail
She jabs her wedge-head in a cup
of sour cream, drops her ostrich tail,
and will not scare.

Bars block your hands as they reach for freedom.

The air is your arteries — constricted — thumping — heated by the fire of life fighting an undeniable death.

Your dreams slumber beneath the terror of now.

Your thoughts turn not to those you love, nor to those you hate, nor even to yourself — but to the unseeable abyss that lies before you.

Indefinite.

Inescapable.

There.

Your sweat itself is scared and sad and scurrying –

Your tongue, too swollen to sing, throbs in your mouth like a dying bird –

Your eyes begin to glaze with tears –

Your fingers stretch for keys they’ve never seen –

But know are there.

You know they’re there.

God almighty –

Christ almighty –

We know you’re there.

Like each one of you, I am a broken person. My life is filled with bad decisions, poor excuses and moral failings. I was handed an amazing life — a life that I did not deserve — a life that I constantly took it for granted.

I messed up. I made mistakes.

And now I am headed to prison.

But unlike the other 2.3 million people who are currently behind bars, I will be able to leave.

Why? Because I am going there to work.

After months of prayer and conversation with many of you, I am accepting the role of Chief Development Officer for the Prison Entrepreneurship Program. I have been involved with PEP as a volunteer since 2007, and have worked very closely with them in my role as Executive Director of The PLAN Fund. In fact, nearly 40% of our loans went to graduates from PEP (click here to learn more).

I have never seen an organization that can so effectively transform the lives of both its supporters and its clients. That is why I am making this change:

• Nearly 1% of the US population is incarcerated — the highest percentage on the planet.
• Around 45% return to prison after release (usually within 3 years).
• At the time of their arrest, nearly 90% of them are unemployed.

By contrast, less than 10% of PEP’s graduates will re-enter the justice system. 100% are employed within 90 days of release from prison. Best of all, PEP’s graduates have successfully launched around 100 businesses; some are generating over $100,000+ in annual revenues, and are now employing other PEP graduates.

I am deeply excited about this opportunity for me and my family. I invite you to join me in prison, where you can witness the transformational power of this organization within your own heart. I have a number of “Get INTO jail free” cards ready to offer to those of you who want to join me!

See you in prison!

Take 3 minutes to learn more about PEP at this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcuFknerurk&feature=youtu.be

I pat your back until you fall asleep,
then place my thumb against your shoulder’s edge
and stretch my hand until my fingers reach
the other side of your still tiny frame.
I rest my palm against the place where we
pretend that angels’ wings rise from your back,
and, in my mind, I see the day when you
will truly fly off from this nest we’ve made.

Tonight, the moon was shaped into a grin
that seemed to grow each time you called aloud:
“The moon! The moon! It’s smiling, Daddy! Look!”
And though I know the science of this scene,
I cannot help but wish that it were true:
that anywhere you’ll go, this moon will follow you.

But if you’re like most nonprofiteers, you’re already doing this: you just want to do it better. If that’s you, then here are ten pieces of advice that should help you:

1. Social media is about relationships, not transactions. Don’t expect to see donations immediately spike when you launch a social media campaign.
2. These relationships are long-term, not short-term. You are going to need to put in a lot of time and energy to make them successful.
3. Nothing is free. The time that you and your staff spend on social media is a direct cost associated with it.
4. Integration is critical. There is no point to having a social media presence (a Facebook page, Twitter account, YouTube channel) if it is not integrated into your company’s Web site.
5. Blogging is social. Just because the world seems to be talking only about Facebook and Twitter, don’t forget about blogging. Some of the best ways to use Facebook, Twitter and others is to drive traffic to your company’s blog.
6. Make sharing easy! On your blog and on every page on your company’s site (especially on pages that feature client stories/pictures/videos), ensure that you have buttons to allow readers to easily share on the major social networks.
7. Create viral content. Try to use your social media efforts to create content that people want to share.
8. Establish your subject matter expertise. Don’t just talk about yourself and how great you are; willingly share your knowledge about the industry in which you operate. This is a great way for donors to see that you are the real deal.
9. Turn your donors into your fundraisers. Create campaigns that encourage your donors to recruit their own contacts to follow your social media sites; for example, have a giveaway/raffle to give a prize to one random follower once you reach 1,000 followers on Twitter. Maybe see if you can get a local company to donate one of their products in return for some PR — an iPad? A TV? A weekend at a hotel?
10. Be authentic. No one wants to read a bunch of ad copy on a social media site. Have a personality to your tweets/status updates. It helps if you have one dedicated person to write the content in their own voice.

Thanks for what you are doing for your organization. Building engaging, long-term relationships with donors is not easy… but the next generation of staff/board at your organization will be grateful that you did it.

I am making use
of the one thing I learned
of all the things my father tried to teach me:
the art of memory.

I am letting this room
and everything in it
stand for my ideas about love
and its difficulties.

I’ll let your love-cries,
those spacious notes
of a moment ago,
stand for distance.

Your scent,
that scent
of spice and a wound,
I’ll let stand for mystery.

Your sunken belly
is the daily cup
of milk I drank
as a boy before morning prayer.
The sun on the face
of the wall
is God, the face
I can’t see, my soul,

and so on, each thing
standing for a separate idea,
and those ideas forming the constellation
of my greater idea.
And one day, when I need
to tell myself something intelligent
about love,

I’ll close my eyes
and recall this room and everything in it:
My body is estrangement.
This desire, perfection.
Your closed eyes my extinction.
Now I’ve forgotten my
idea. The book
on the windowsill, riffled by wind . . .
the even-numbered pages are
the past, the odd-
numbered pages, the future.
The sun is
God, your body is milk . . .

useless, useless . . .
your cries are song, my body’s not me . . .
no good . . . my idea
has evaporated . . . your hair is time, your thighs are song . . .
it had something to do
with death . . . it had something
to do with love.

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All lines in this poem were taken directly from www.nytimes.com on 12-20-2011 without editing

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.”
― Robert Frost

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