Monday 16 April 2018

Why we March!



Triggered by greed
of power,
of money, 
we’ve allowed ourselves 
to believe 
that we stand here 
with no responsibility 
for humanity’s 
collective future. 
As long as we 
get our point across
it doesn’t matter 
even if it costs
another person’s child.

To drive home a point 
we keep trying to
hit the nail on the head
but how many 
people need to take a hit?
How many more heads
need to roll 
for our laws to change
for guns to 
outrage and be
outlawed,
but not 
outnumber
our children
our future.

Like ashes 
in our mouth
we talk about 
freedom of speech
and honor of the
first amendment.
But what about those
who had to 
bite down
on their screams?
Whose opinions 
were buried 
before they 
even had a chance
to discover 
themselves,
gone too early
they say,
just because we 
didn’t have 
the courage 
to stand up 
for our future.

We propagate 
the American Dream
but it’s time 
to wake up 
and rise up
above personal gain
because we 
need to answer 
each of our
great grandchildren 
feeling proud 
that we left behind 
a better world
than the one,
we found.

Thursday 4 January 2018

Untainted Stains

Photo Credit: 'Wrench' by Heather Evans Smith


She made seams on their sides, little fingers pulling apart the fingers that fused on the top.
With severed unity, they split in halves, bidding their goodbyes,
as they spilled all over a ceramic plate.
Cracking the shell, she tore through the thin white inner membranes.
Membranes designed like flattened out bubble wrap.
Bubble wrap that had already been squished out of their powers to protect.
Precious red gems popped open, in a haphazard disarray.
Each containing the promise of the entire fruit.
Filled with the liquid of life, bearing within the seed of joy.
She clasped one between her index and thumb,
pressing it's walls to test for ripeness.
They gave in. Ink stains leaving their mark.
Juices trailing on fingers, palms, and plate alike.
Collecting them loosely she filled an entire bowl,
and crunched spoonfuls of seven seeds with each bite,
whirling them on her tongue as she memorized her homework.
Plate clean and no smudges in sight, she got up to clear the table,
wondering how some seeds had left their mark on her chair cushion,
while she was still sitting on it.





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