the remainder of us who celebrate being very liberal and loving Christians, secular or otherwise for at least one week of the year ugly sweaters and the hot iron branding of carols on the brain, family and friendly obligations whether we still like each other or not and ice-skating or snow-sledding for the purpose of properly …
educate me
never been a fan of graded writing don’t dumb down my readability or teach me to actively confuse simplicity with stupidity small words with less meaning and that the big ones are too expensive it ain’t true if something takes a little more effort to read simply because it needs, or should, need a kiss, …
the fine line drawn
why do those fine arts draw, brush, carve classical David so commonly standing on or dragging his decapitation like a trophy, frozen in the anguish of human sin our royal beauty and heaven’s choice made sensuous and naked raw and sinewed; all that human body coiling taunt round the single-mindedness to bring swift punishment and …
Give me Water
i confess i did not know really, what the atom bomb on Hiroshima meant until mid life because I wanted something to watch before bed before another work day on the importance of repetition, consistency, punctuality vs. the importance of me i could barely close my eyes that night what does a middle-class girl in …
a new working hero
a real one, too, not some screen or paperback fiction lazy-ass symbol, emoji or icon but a breathing, time-sensitive, warm-blooded real kind of legend to shine on that one and simple direction the return to the true hero’s path to follow after death lest we continue to spin our wheels against the sky, continue to …
meditation can be creepy (intermission #1)
in this stillness, a room behind my eyes no doors, no windows, no light all my senses removed why wouldn’t i be afraid? where I cannot see or know if this room presses in on me or abandons me to a void; or if there is anybody else in here with me …. this room …
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be civilized
accept that we are still very wild despite our libraries and schools offices and sections a creature that thrives on war is confused and sickened in captivity needs an adversary to excel learns all sorts of pathologies when no longer able to roam accept this wildness before writing the contract to evolve better for by …
Thanksgiving at Lot’s
Thanksgiving another great story that has an angry twin another great word its basic meaning changed by a capital letter the Past – we are not in that time to reflect though you’d think, by now, we would be not when we’re still fleeing from it, still needing to escape to a mountain refuge and …
the Pilgrim’s Stranger
if I decide to walk down a given city road full of people protecting theirs ignoring mine can I trust that a stranger gift will meet me somewhere along that path when I no longer know which way to go and have foolishly dogged on as far as I can with just that forced to …
Protection from Undead
a poem by lyw - - today, I live a life that has never fought in a war, nor had a loved one fight in any war, and I watch from the distance of documentary what looks like madness from sweet boys and girls, led by mothers and fathers, everything is black and white photography, …
An American Hero 