Grudges and arguments over resources can continue for thousands of years.
His Birthday and the Long Death of My Brother
I am sad that I cannot make a chocolate upside down birthday cake for you. I am happy you are no longer in pain. I am still angry that I am alone and that you and my other brothers all abandoned me in this life. I am telling your story as best I can. It has been 49 years since you were blown up on your damn birthday.
The Personal Nature of Politics
Those who know me fairly well, or know me over time, will know that I have strong political beliefs. Those who do not know me but have read recent pieces I have written may be surprised that I would talk politics when my brother is in hospice and his life weighs so heavily on my […]
A Milan Kundera Day
Today I am struggling with being and nothingness. My mind travels from the bleak, drenching, 21st Century Arizona rain to artful black and white photos my mother never snapped of pans filled with shelled peas my brother and I had spent hours extricating from pods on an Indiana, summer afternoon. Creativity allows me to examine an imaginary […]
Poetry and a Day Commemorating Assassination.
I am participating in a “blog hop” today with another post of mine about the remembrance of the assassination of President Kennedy. I wanted to include this poem, Braided Dreams, that was accepted as one of the poems of the week by Poets Against the War, but it isn’t about Kennedy, not really. It does […]
The Day After Terrorism Never Seems to End
I could not really write about 9/11 yesterday. I want my normal back. But that will never happen. The world is the world, and we are the ones living this moment and creating the future. Part of me is angry. My life was uprooted and totally changed by what happened on September 11th. I wrote […]