Monster. Animal. Inhuman. These are the things we say about those who commit heinous acts. We distance ourselves We assure ourselves … that couldn’t be us that isn’t anyone I know Until it is someone we know until it is us. And then they aren’t monsters anymore. Savage Animal Subhuman This is what the civilized…… Continue reading Inhumanly Human: 1/30 for 30/30
New friends–why did I bother to make them? it will be sad to leave them. yet this was my attitude for the past two or even three years. Had I thought to make friends two or three years ago, I would still be leaving. It would hurt more. but at least I would have the…… Continue reading National Poetry Month Day 26
hiding in a haze of avoidance. Tired, yet still looking with hope.
In transition. All of us. None of us know what’s next. So we do nothing, and yet do everything. We tell ourselves we should wait, til we know what’s going to happen. But do we ever know? My heart won’t wait. Even though my mind- my mind keeps telling me stop.
waiting-for others. just waiting for decisions before I know my choice.
“what cannot be said will be wept”–words Sappho wrote. What of hurts, sorrow that cannot be wept? Will it be a silent scream, from a mouth wide open? Or a stifled whimper behind tight-pressed lips? Or a smile that doesn’t quite meet eyes?
So eager to leave for so many months. And yet I will miss some things.