Rain touches darkening roads…
In one word, the term "Trumpcare" effectively describes what the Trump administration is
to more in the world than just United States' healthcare prospects following Trump's sabotage and repeal warfare on Obama Era's humanely evolving (ie, health care as a right, an entitlement*) U.S. healthcare provisions.
The term '"Trumpcare" is applicable to human conditions in the world that are becoming, if not already so, terrorUSt wet-dreams realized in real…Continue
Sean Spicer - you gotta love him!
Defending an acting president takes more than balls, it takes unflappable bowels & liquor - lots of it!…Continue
It's not that I'm skittish;
or even wary.
Open and inviting, hopeful is more…
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Its pretty to look at
but by now I’ve grown…
Come The Blossom…
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You gotta move, says the song
Move where, says I
Move anywhere, says the song
But I'm tired, says I…Continue
thoughts of spring…
spring not far…
Twenty-two and a half hours until the solar eclipse as I start typing. I have been obsessed to the point of madness but I think I've finally hit the path through. The nightmare was followed by the best dream imaginable the next night so that's better. Give it up to the universe. I'm accepting that I need to rework my diet, for real this time, because I am having heartburn so bad with some food that it burns…Continue
Hospice came and said, “She’s in transition.”
And she was, she slipped away today.
Such a lovely way to say, “She’s dying;”
The Final Journey rather than The End.
A week ago today we sat together,
Talking of the past and her short future,
It wasn’t resignation. She seemed at peace,
Remembering fondly a life well lived.
She was French, Catholic, and from Vermont.
She was the the older sister that became the…Continue
Let’s all be honest
and admit that we
wear a mask
Let’s look back…
at first light…
A trip to New York
African Burial Ground
Closed for the season
Narrative: with Monday a holiday, I planned…Continue
A barren field
long winter’s rest…
without much prompting…
in the dark moments
know I’m here…