Monthly Archives: October 2018

October 13-31 Poem #28

when words are not enough it’s best not to make up stuff


Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 28 October 2018

Most Sunday’s I reflect on the previous week. But it is deeply painful to reflect on this week’s events. How does one make sense of madness? It’s not possible. The only thing I do know is that it must stop. I don’t know how to fix this. How to reach across the aisle to those who see me as the enemy, an abomination, “the other”. All I do know is that we can’t keep killing each other with mistrust, insults, exclusion, discrimination, hate. There is no “other”. There is only us. As true as that is, it is also true that we are the only ones who can save us from ourselves.

My heart holds everyone touched by violence and threats of harm in love. Go gently my friends. Go gently.

Sunday’s Week in ReVerse – 28 October 2018

take care what you wish for, keep it simple, less is more
heaven is waiting
first frost, silent dawn, wondering where the crickets have gone
it’s a poison devouring
There were people hiding behind trees everywhere.
change changes us, we learn to bend; that it’s not the end
thin as skin, the veil
pride comes before the fall; the deadliest sin of all
if you think you’re crazy you’re likely not…like a fox
They shout MAGA, crooning la-la, the world’s gone gaga!
birds on leafless boughs swoon underneath a pale moon
the earth murmurs
overthinking life
broken; their joy


A ReVerse poem is a summary poem with a single line lifted from each entry of a collection of work over a particular timeframe and re-penned in chronological order as a new poem. Unlike a collaborative poem, the ReVerse features the words of one writer, providing a glimpse into their thoughts over time. I use it as a review of the previous week.

Saturday with the Muse

tonight hearts are
broken; their joy
devoured by
them morning
never comes

i have wasted
thousands of hours
overthinking life
when the only thing
that matters
is this moment

the earth murmurs
beneath our feet
the wind sings
through tree boughs
life’s sweet for those
who are listening


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October 13-31 Poem #27

birds on leafless boughs swoon underneath a pale moon


October 13-31 Poem #26

They shout MAGA, crooning la-la, the world’s gone gaga!


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