Thoughts

It’s been a hard year and it continues on, a nightmare of racism, brutality, a pandemic, isolation, loneliness and death. I don’t have poetry in me, yet I keep watching the news hoping for some change from our current state, but it is all the same, we are at war within ourselves and with the…

Pummeled

Two years ago a boy washed up on the shore, his picture circulating as a reminder that forgetting was not a luxury we could have of the tragedies others face while we lie comfortable in our beds, while we hug our families and have no fear of being separated, ripped apart, but because we don’t…

Luna and Early Morning Thoughts

Luna woke me up again, she’s our honorary infant, she needs a lot of attention and doesn’t like being alone in the living room where her tree is, yet she won’t jump up on the bed and snuggle with any of us either, so what is required to get her calmed down is a little…