Saturday, August 6, 2022
Wednesday, June 29, 2022
I charge SCOTUS with false imprisonment of an woman whom is impregnated during an unwanted sex act
I charge SCOTUS for any woman harmed and in duress unable to move toward clearing their body
I charge SCOTUS of intentionally detaining women throughout these United States by the act of rescinding Roe Vs. Wade.
Posted by J. L. at 5:59 AM
Sunday, May 29, 2022
heavy air weighs down
21 spindly Texas tomato vines
in my absence they grew too fast
too wild and uncaged
in a sunny meadow
I felt secure with a nylon roof
on a bed of wild flowers
I nibbled smoked salmon
and sipped peppermint tea
instead of going
for more groceries
I read Never poems
and avoided politics
Posted by J. L. at 9:18 PM
Saturday, April 30, 2022
Does it hurt?
In afterwinter, I await not the rains of spring but its splendor.
Atrophy has taken the bloom
Hold her close until it hurts
Realize the body is not yours.
I am found dead as dead can be.
Upon a recent visit to the house where once I resided
I was startled!
I saw sadness
I did not bring comfort
I was afraid of causing pain
exhausted final breaths change tones
Pain pierces my heart with love
I leave hurt by love
I have no interest in apathy
The pangs came in waves
Coaxes me into the realm of Idiocracy
The reason the blood loss
Slightly redder than sweet tea
A reason of resolution
The pink sky now dark denim, I click on my headlight
Life is too short
Focus on Clock
It’s been a minute
The masks have been lowered
Hard work and lots of luck
Each summer the echoes of the previous are brought to life.
Posted by J. L. at 7:53 AM
Friday, April 29, 2022
Thursday, April 7, 2022
No marriage contract is made without a quarrel. ~ Hebrew Proverb
“Then, I just need to leave. If we can’t live together and say what needs to be said!”
The doorknob in my hand.
She pulls at me, “don’t leave stand up for yourself, be yourself!” She pleads.
“Fine, Marry Me!” I shout back, “Then, I won’t be able to leave. We will be able to be ourselves without fear.” I take her hands in mine, lower my eyes, let the tears fall, capture my breath and voice.
Softly I whisper, as I raise my chin and look into her eyes, “Marry me, will you?”
The contract made has been broken. I couldn’t say what needed to be said. I didn’t let her say what needed to be said. I was afraid of causing pain and didn’t want her to cause me any.
But love is painful.
So without shared pain there is no love.
Posted by J. L. at 1:11 PM
Wednesday, April 6, 2022
First word acrostic of Testament
Taras Shevchenko, 25 December 1945
When the war is done and
I am found dead as dead can be. Then I
am one with all that was done and
dead so my bones hold no flesh.
Bury them wrapped in a uniform worn by
me in a ridiculous war;
in the defense of country,
my home, my history lost. My
beloved shall cry no more for
Ukraine because she shall cradle me.
Posted by J. L. at 8:40 AM