In the midst of a global pandemic, our culture convulses from four hundred years of institutionalized racism. Another unarmed Black man was murdered by a policeman… on video and knowing he was being videoed by a child, a teenaged girl — and concerned not at all. Our African American brothers and sisters are infected with … Continue reading And Still, They Die
The fetid promise: So much winning… Our pleading cry: Are we done winning yet? America’s next deadly inning Surpass one hundred thousand lost lives debt How many of covid yet to die In these enumerable days to come Because they choose the vile, arrant lie Stupidity under the regime’s thumb With ev-ery fact denying voice … Continue reading Stupid Is Deadly
When I'm gone, do something in my name… Volunteer in a shelter. Lend your strength to a worthy cause. To me, that would be the best way I could ever be remembered.
My diary entry for 10 May 2020, in this year of the coronavirus global pandemic. A poem.
A poem of broken trust and a betrayal of humanity
A poem in memoriam for Jack Averitt, passed 05 September 2008, and for Dorothy Averitt, passed 01 May 2009 – and for the love they shared. A tribute to my grandparents and their enduring love… … Walking the mall hand in hand A pause to share a light, … Continue reading Move On, Move On
A poem about the pandemic lockdown of 2020, and the rapid beginning of earth healing itself while we hunkered at home While we are social distancing Watching behind our windows Longing to break free From silence that strangles Lockdown behind cold walls Behind which dreams die Hope divided, devil tossed Leaves hushed and empty streets … Continue reading Gaia Takes A Breath
Our russet-tinged Boneman extols “If we have between 100,000 and 200,000 we’ve all together done a very good job” Praise the tiny tawny tutelar* Because it wasn’t 2 million Daffodils raise their faces Sunward seeking Spring Grassy green dreams From behind soiled windowpanes Lockdown clears the air Over the sallow Boneman's Apocalypse As the morgue … Continue reading The Boneman
Broken dreams Before There Was Love – 1989 I dreamed a dream… A life where I was happy. I loved and was loved. A gentle lover held my hand And showed me the way to joy. Our love gave us precious treasure, The gift of sweet laughter, The patter of tiny feet… Myself, a mother … Continue reading Only Sorrow Remains
This is the true story of my personal journey of love in poetry. Broken Dreams Before There Was Love - 1989 – From the last relationship before my husband I dreamed a dream… A life where I was happy. I loved and was loved. A gentle lover held my hand And showed me the way … Continue reading Love’s Journey – #TrueRomance