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)
One Woman's Quest II 
Lovely, V.J.!
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Thanks Hannah!
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Yellow always has been, and always will be, a cheerful color. 🌻
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Sure is!
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Blinded by the light–though I do love the birdie!!
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Lol….Now you’ve got me singing that song.
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Hahaha–yellow has never been my color, unless in its palest essence like some dawn horizons.
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Most poetic response.
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Beautiful!!
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Thanks.
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These flower are pretty and that beautiful yellow bird with its pose is just incredible! Nicely done V.J.! 😀 ❤
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Thanks!
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