Wrightings

  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.

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

  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

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

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.