Adrift on stormy seas Where is home? It is nowhere and everywhere. It is in the bombed buildings of Sumy in Ukraine. You think - what a beautiful street. Now filled with people fighting to save lives. Broken trees. Blasted walls. A hand sticks out from under a coverlet, to protect the modesty of the … Continue reading Protesting, Week Five
Fighting back against abuse I just saw a video posted of someone giving a talk to young people. They asked if anyone who knew of someone, including themselves, who had been the victim of sexual abuse could stand. Most of the auditorium stood. Then they asked if those who knew the crime had been reported … Continue reading Protesting, Week Four
Standing in the snow adds a certain certainty Protesting. This week’s recap. It was snowing today. Almost icy rain, but the sky smiled upon us and rain that had blown through in the early morning was now snow. Easier to hold a paper sign in the snow, although I was splashed by a truck going … Continue reading Protesting, Week Three
Another protest. A sunny day. More people, in a different spot, lining the road, as has been done successfully in Vermont to protest Vance, and in Maine, and in other places. In a car-driven society, strength is measured in feet and miles. Everything here must be visible on your way to somewhere else and big … Continue reading Watch Us
A small protest on a sunny day in a small town Where to begin. What to say. Quick - grab their attention. Hi! Over here! The small, or not so small suburban town I live in provides a neat microcosm of the country, in the same way that the job I currently have is an … Continue reading Where to Begin
order what you want The tree fell. The shaking of the ground happened while you were asleep. Never going back. Have you ever been the canary in the coal mine? Getting sicker, while everyone tells jokes or makes plans? Have you ever been the canary in the coal mine? Sickened by what others smooth on … Continue reading Bleeding at the First Table
Liberty facing weakness. Since I was a child, I was either neglected or bullied. My superpower as a child was not asking questions, but watching everything unfold. There’s too much editing going on in my head. Where to give voice to the silenced child. Where to unleash the angry adult. When I watched the nightmare … Continue reading This Is Not a Game
The excitement of seeing the vast expanse of the ocean on a cold day. The thrill of gently warming air, the ability to walk on sand not ice - new blisters emerge. The water, the waves, the distance. The thrill of the ocean. Always the shock of blue expanse, a mirror to the sky, distance, … Continue reading Every Shore Touches Another
What image, mental or photographic, brings up the feeling of exclusion and loneliness? At the holidays, you have so many choices for this trigger. Yesterday, I went to the local Target. All these big stores are starting to feel like half-empty warehouses. I looked at the coffee maker I was thinking of buying. It was … Continue reading On Being Alone During the Holidays
A preamble to decision making ahead of the lunar eclipse.Prose/poetry/tide/ebb/flow/boundaries/borders They are starting to be dangerously far removed from the world. Them. The people rushing around, removed from seasons, times, trees, and bogs, rivers and lakes. They bring their baggage to the ocean, and pick up the shells of the dead to remember they’ve been … Continue reading Don’t. Or do. Your Choice.
