You’ve heard of broken
That ugly word describing pain
“A broken woman”
As though she’s shattered
Laying in pieces on the ground
Unmoving. Static.
That’s not what it is
Grief, pain; they’re ever changing
Frenetic, dizzying
No. We’re not broken
Or shattered, or static
We’re simply unmoored
A boat without a dock
A leap without a landing
But not aimless. No.
We know the destination.
We just haven’t spotted it yet.
Watching her healing
Is terribly frightening
It’s like when a child
Gets close to an edge
You want to snatch them up and
Hug them tight to you
So you’re never scared
But, that’s the problem…you see
Because the healing
Is not about me
She has to heal for herself
All I do is watch
A war has begun
In times of war it’s easy
To be misinformed
Critical thinking
Is required from sources
Importantly, you
Shouldn’t make sweeping comments
On volatile situations
That have taken years
To unfold
You’re not an expert
Especially if you’re shocked
At Russia’s aggression
If you ever barf
In a Disneyland bathroom
I highly suggest
Barfing in the one
Before the jungle cruise
Near the tiki room
It has a “hidden”
Lane on the far left wall
For privacy on
Your land of adventure
Mask restrictions lift
With glee and exaltation
From those not masking
It’s not like it’s hard
A good mask protects yourself
And other people
Covid isn’t gone
When I hear you complaining
About wearing masks
I also wonder
How many you infected
In your stubbornness
Everything’s Rising.
Coastal waters are rising
Taxes are rising
Inflation…rising
My age is rising too, but
That’s not your problem
But, it has been said
With every action comes an
Equal reaction
If everything is rising…
Will we rise as a community?
Or, will we all fall?
By which I mean fail
To acknowledge hard truths
and take action?
The consequences
Of the pandemic
Will be hard to count…
However, it’s clear
That the main victims are kids
They are in shambles
First, online schooling
Then, rolling quarantines and
Sick family members
We’ve expected them
To be strong. Meanwhile adults
Kept failing the kids.
Don’t @ me on this
I know we’ve all done our best
Closing school was right.
Here is my real point
We’ve asked our kids to adapt
While leaving no tools
In their school toolbox
They are alone in the wild
Because schools didn’t adjust
To the trauma of the kids
States are banning books
900,000 are dead
Now, the GOP
Have, of course, declared
Events of January 6
“Legitimate discourse”
2024
Is barreling fast toward us
A darkness is brewing
A darkness is brewing
The Atlantic Says
Art starts with good, strong, habits
But…I think that’s wrong
Creating your art
Is a profound privilege
One that’s not easy
For lots of people
More than anything else…art…
Requires your time
Because art takes time
Time is a commodity
Hence…a privilege.
Let us not talk, then
Of strengthening our habits
Let us instead talk
Of equity in
Creating art when time and art
Are commodities.
Forty nine years of
Reproductive rights that now
Are more than threatened
Likely will be gone
But it won’t stop pregnancies
Or men from pleasure
The repeal of Roe
Will only stop women from
Opportunity
From advancing
That’s what conservatives want…
Women without rights.
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