How did undocumented –a civil infraction –reduce people to ‘bodies’? And how did empathy –observation and support –merit death by gunshot? When we stretch for explanations –to fit the violent rhetoric –are we too not complicit in crime? Red, blue, it’s all intolerable –the global stage is watching –a nation in rapid decline. “He’ll burn […]
IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
I’ve not been anywhere that there are mums. I’m glad you are posting a bunch this year. I might have to dig in my archives. 😀
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Lots of mums here in Ontario.
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They are so beautiful and the words express their beauty so well.
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Nice of you to say so.
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Love the look of flaming orange. Lovely mums, V.J. 🙂
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Thanks Olga.
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