Your Mother asked me
to spread her ashes in a garden.
Remember how happy she was
puttering amongst the roses?
The wind sweeps
her beloved blooms before
what ifs and might haves
begin again.
Silence echoes, and awkward shifts
as the ashes float away.
A gentle flutter to
tease the blooms and
a smudge of gray
are left behind.
I caressed a rose in the garden today.
My heart clenched, startled by the chime .
Our lives always felt like they turned on a dime
before harsh realities pulled us astray
Melancholy times past
and those crazy places.
Never thought it would last.
I don’t want to remember our embraces
if only we
Is there you and me?
“The pose of fair-mindedness, the charade of evenhandedness” are “rhetorical ruses. ~Janet Malcolm
Is it possible for writers to be objective? Objectivity was seen once as the key to individual freedom and it would replace sectarian views of religion and superstition. Sadly, it is fruitless to say a neutral position of objectivity exists because agendas are our reality. It is very disquieting to me as an author to confess the limits of my own perspectives. Are my views self-centered or distorted? Is objectivity just a fantasy? How does one create a veneer of impartiality and omniscience when feelings, prejudice, and interpretations influence my every thought? I freely acknowledge my own weakness as I write and promise to hold myself more accountable. What about you?
The Affordable Care Act is a complex law which addressed a number of serious omissions in American healthcare.
The Kaiser Family Foundation weighed in on one of these issues today — universal access to contraception. I’m not going to repeat their entire article here. You can find it at
The Act eliminated out of pocket costs for contraception for most women and made access independent of workplace or insurer. (Remember the lawsuits involving church employees from before the law?)
When coupled with the attack on Planned Parenthood, which provides breast cancer screening for low income women as well as access to contraceptives, it seems like there is an agenda to reduce healthcare for women.
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| Lightning needed to make himself heard; it had been too long since he had. Everything was perfect, the ground was dry, and the trees were brittle for a perfectly set stage. “Every moment is the paradox of now or never.” 1 The ebony clouds loomed overhead and churned like dry heaves. He let the black fleecy clouds empty their bellies before he showed his true power. The poor human fools were unprepared for his flashy finale. Lightning longed for this moment. It was now or never.
His arm struck like a hammer on steel, it pierced the air and burst into a fire bolt across the sky. Happy that first blow was crisp like a sonic boom penetrating the fragile veil of silence, he whirled out his arm to let another bolt of fiery energy fly through the black abyss of clouds. The gnarly pine tree shattered and split in half. Lightning laughed when the heart of the old pine tree splintered with the wrath with the display of power. He felt reckless and impulsive, what a rush! Lightning smelled the smoke. Wait ! No way, this was his show. Damn it, why did the darn wind horn in on his party. What was it going to take to be the star of the show? He forbid the wind to intervene; this storm was his! Snap, crack… He thrust straight arrows to the ground below; the leaves flew free. How dare the wind try to steal the show! But the wind swirled, his hostility blatantly open now. One after another Lightning threw his best strikes out, He scattered the mere humans below. Their screams fed his frenzied fury. His fierce bolts flamed through the whimpering sheepish clouds. He laughed joyfully as a small ball of orange, red, and yellow grew inside the shattered, ancient pine tree. The Wind saw his opportunity and blew a steady stream of air to tickle and tease the flame. Another bolt of fury flew from Lightning’s hand; his rage imploded at the meddling wind. He threw blue, white, and yellow bolts of electricity crackling every barrier known. “No!” Damn it; Lightning felt the black fleecy clouds silky droplets, sprinkles on his fire. Then the black volcanic clouds of doom dumped heavier pellets of water until the fire sputtered out leaving puffs of gray smoke and hissing steam. “STOP, Wind and Lightning your foolish display of pettiness and jealousy now,” yelled Mother Nature. Your cynical feud spurred catty, childish and downright destructive behavior by both of you. ” “But that’s the trouble with moments—they end.” 2 Lightning was furious that his moment ended. He hated Wind’s smirk enjoyment of his misery. |
Momma’s Ghastly aroma
Lingered in the stuffy room
Fragrant like fried fish
On a muggy summer night.
Her memory still torments.
Tanka a classic form of Japanese poetry with 5 unrhymed lines (5, 7, 5, 7, 7 syllables)
A Different Queen of the Night
In the making
Where the
Lady
Lives
Unlike any other
A Singular Style
Steeped in many
Not really
Shattering clarity
Tough questions
Asking
Answering
Liberating
One another
Oddities to you
Healthy
Disaster?
Mortality
It’s All a Blur
In this World of Fantasy
Moonlight
Always a grind, never dull
Playing with titles #NY Times Friday and Saturday Weekend Arts 1/6-1/7, 2017
Paint
to paint
a visual interpretation
Weave
to Weave
an artistic tapestry
Quilt
to Quilt
a colorful display
Create
to create
outside the box
Display
to display
cherished art of creations.
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