What Crosses My Mind

  • The Politics of Humility

    It is no surprise that I am not a fan of our POTUS. Now, he is receiving accolades for his participation in the Gaza cease fire. I’m listening to him speak with his cabinet and a press corp, while he lauds himself in every other sentence.  I feel so torn and anxious with my personal…

  • When Hope takes Holiday

    The park seemed so attainable, safe, reachable, nothing sharp, or piercing, only the equipment that satisfied my eyes, always, morning through night, hours of fun she said, and insisted, and prayed that I might, then understand. ~ Before the storms arrived, I knew my ground, wished for fairy tale dreams, while searching the skies as…

  • Yesterday’s Lives

    Once, I recall a crisp morning listening to the radio describe Bobby Kennedy’s iron lung By the end of the day I was listening to music again. Yesterday, and probably later on today lives will be lost at the hands of war all of which are names we don’t know. ~ Yet, in the blogs…

  • War Overdrive

    We live in a world drawn by the impact of modern technology every news cast is sure to alarm you, bodies and limbs at 8 minute intervals we’re told the devastation is awful yet we watch anyway, we are told there are gruesome stories yet we listen anyway we are told again that immigration is…

  • Stop the Conversation

    A lot of theory being tossed around about who is responsible, what monster is bombing our children yet, no answers being readily made, only accusations, shallow theories, don’t hold a candle to the shallow graves our children are laying in. Day after day the reports are grim, we can’t turn on the tube without analysis,…

  • A Mortar Shell Fell Today

    Coolest thing this afternoon, I was playing in the school courtyard, with my friends, had my eye on a special girl, she comes to play all the time, we were happy little kids, skipping rope and playing tag when a fireworks went off right at our feet, the smoke was intense, and pieces of metal…

  • Vintage Concern

    When I was a child, my mother, whose influence upon me, lasted for many years, still does, when I think about what I want to say. She didn’t believe in war, didn’t understand Vietnam, when I asked her one day what the fight was about, I was ten, she said, ‘sugar cane’ Seemed rather simple…

  • Peace Alone

    When I walk outside today I will see blue skies perhaps a touch of gray, possible thunderstorms. I won’t see blood and carnage, I will not experience the loss of limb my world ‘today’ does not contain a cease fire to prevent ripping human lives apart both physically and mentally. When I walk outside today,…