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September Poem #25

the “gritty-nits”,
when tossed into a cesspool
of dull memories drowned in booze
conjures our worst demons


A word about the photo above. It is a composite of several men recently (within the last several years) accused or convicted of sexual assault against women. I layered their faces one on top of the other and blurred the final silhouette. In this age of “Me Too” it is hard to separate separate the demons from each other without convicting everyone before they’ve even been tried. Regardless of the seriousness of their transgressions, we are quick to treat all with the same intense condemnation. It is reasonable to say that an off color joke spoken in mixed company does not rise to the level of harassment or assault, and yet we demand justice. As for the women who have been truly victimized, who we want to believe and who deserve our deepest empathy and respect, it has become difficult to avoid lumping every claim that is made into one basket, which makes each revelation easier to dismiss. That is not fair to anyone. While it is important to believe those who bravely come forward knowing that they will be subject to unfiltered scrutiny, we must also take care to ensure fairness to all involved, be it affirmation for the victim or justice in a measure that is reasonable for the crime for those accused.  This issue has gotten so very blurry and politicized. Social change is never easy. These are important times and we need to get this right. May we always remember that our goal is equality, respect, empathy, and understanding…and not to win for the sake of winning.

September Poem #24

like potential
to feed your narcissism
heart your selfies, pledge loyalty,
unfriended for diff’ring


Have you noticed how little we talk these days, choosing instead to tweet and post detached words on a screen for whoever might read it. and truth be told, secretly we’re hoping that our growing list names will like it or even heart it…give it a thumbs up? Sadly, if we ever dare to diasgree with a friend online it is painless and easy to block someone or even worse, unfriend them, which leads to an even worse thing, ghosting, no questions, no trying to understand the other’s point of view, no agreeing to disagree, not even a goodbye. All that is left is a hole where once a relationship in real life may have existed. And all because we don’t talk…to each other…anymore.

So…if i might be so bold, I’d like to suggest something revolutionary. Pick up the phone and call that old friend or relative. You may need to leave a message, because people screen their calls for telemarketers. (I know I do) But don’t hang up…leave a message, connect, say something. we might not be so afraid of everthing these days if we just started talking to each other. Peace. ❤️

September Poem #22

peaceful repose
sleeping in, naps, sleep…more sleep
too short, two days, deadlines looming
they can wait ‘til Monday


September Poem #21

a distress call
slaughtered leaves of grass bleed green
in fragrant wisps, our savagery
revealed in neatly coifed lawns


As if I needed one more thing to be distressed over. Now I hate myself for loving the smell of fresh cut grass! And as a vegetarian, I wonder if the fresh fruits and veggies I consume are silently screaming as I eat them alive. 😳 It’s been a long week as you can tell. TGIF!

Fun Fact (from Mental Floss Online)

That “Fresh Cut Grass” Smell Is a Distress Signal

Trauma, that’s what. It’s the smell of chemical defenses and first aid. The fresh, “green” scent of a just-mowed lawn is the lawn trying to save itself from the injury you just inflicted.

Leafy plants release a number of volatile organic compounds called green leaf volatiles (GLVs). When the plants are injured, whether through animals grazing on them, you cutting or mowing them, or even just unintentionally rough handling, these emissions increase like crazy.

September Poem #20

the rut
day in day out
dredging dark, deep craters through
my soul, moaning from the abyss…
writing quells the madness


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