9-11

 

It was a Tuesday

but it felt like a Friday

the week came to a close

as the world shut down.

Shock, fear, and disbelief

swirled into suspicion, anger,

despair.

The dust would not settle.

No child could breathe.

Parents held them tight

told them things would be alright

and plotted revenge.

Peace postcards 2021

What if the world could wage peace how do we emphasize empathy impeach 

Peace 

Such fine democracy 

Chasing

84,000 Stupas

I want to peace to be like a juicy kiss

I am claiming you

It’s coming together where

Peace is every step

17 miles to Tonasket

There is no map for this

The desert is so bare

Capetown is running out of water

It is but one seed

Nature seduces many to 

Discourse hovers all around us

The echoes of our choices

The worst thing about dyslexia

Peace surrounds you now

The wind blew through

Some shards of Seaglass

Walls of glass cantilever

What lies behind us and what

The still small voice within

Joy finds its way into

Peace

Poetry and CoVid

 https://poetryandcovid.com/2021/04/17/home-planet/

Thanks you to Poetry and Covid

A Project funded by the UK Arts and Humanities Research Council, University of Plymouth, and Nottingham Trent University. 

for sharing my poem Home Planet

Love is for listening for

She is my dream

I knew when she too had Poe

upon the shelf likely to bow

pristine binding worth a crow

Raven and TellTale Heart beat 

Lenore’s collection complete

so the flutter dance began

on her thigh I placed my hand

All that we can see or seem

Is but dream within a dream.

*inspired by A Dream Within a Dream
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

Oval Office Insurgency

January 6, 2020 

The storming of the capitol was like my gynecology appointment. An early arrival, asking of the same questions. (I don’t know how my parents medical history could change since they’re dead.) 

A pile of crumpled clothes on a cold metal chair. Panties tucked in a pocket, the object of the gravy seals desire left unaccompanied as I dart across the hall to the bathroom. 

Then, as I lay on the exam table in a hospital gown with a drape on my lap, men and women smashed glass. It was like a speculum prying open my vaginal walls to be inspected. 

An uprising, expected but not welcomed, brought light to indignity.  Our Capitol allowed this invasion in order to prove it is still fit and will last through petty piety and rifling of drawers. 

Ashes

through fingers 

life’s vestiges

rubbed away