Something about Steve's passing has triggered something in me that likes to write poetry. I can't quite explain that, but I feel as though some emotional constipation has been released somehow....but I don't publish poetry on Facebook and Satya asked me to post this one here for people to read.
let us murder our memories together
assassinate the histories behind us
raze the ground on which the present stands
and make mock of future's aspirations
This article began as a post on Facebook. It is being posted here as requested by KosherSalaam. Comments will be appreciated.
I get most of my best ideas when I am involved with water. Today, while I was watering the garden, just after putting in a load of wash, I was suddenly struck by the realization that Donald Trump IS NOT A BUSINESSMAN.
He's a deal maker. He buys and sells things. He doesn't make anything other than deals.
Every single business he has…Continue
Some years ago, when David and Mel lost Richard, I wrote the following poem for them. Now that Open Salon is gone, on the theory that David might want to read it again, I am reposting it here. It was originally called The Final Muster, but I have renamed it....
Restless days, sleepless lights,
Remembering happier days
Before you got the word that
The enemy has broken through again
You rally your…Continue
The conundrum of your situation is
That you are practicing infidelity
To live with one man and love another
Is bad enough; to love them both
Is ten times worse
I see you living in the agony of excess
I live in an agony of wants and fear
You hide behind your insecurities
I hide behind my verse
The truth of your…