Monthly Archives: December 2015

2015 in review

Oh my gosh! THANK YOU for reading my work, revisiting your favorites, and interacting with me. Although I’ve had a bit of slow times posting as of late, I moved to a different state to live with my ‘Rents. It hasn’t been easy for me emotionally because I was very involved in my community, my church, and left many people I love dearly physically behind.

I wish I could say I handled the change like a champ, but I haven’t. I’ve reached out for therapy to help me deal with the grief. I don’t miss the state of Tennessee, but the people I grew to know and love are incredible. I was cash poor when I lived there, but it didn’t matter because I was (and still am in many ways) richer than George Bailey (It’s a Wonderful Life reference).

I have missed places like Arizona and the beautiful people I met and loved there. I have missed people in Indiana, Missouri, California, Florida, and basically all over the world. But when I could live authentically as myself around people that not only accepted me but encouraged me to blossom, I feel the absence as deeply as losing family members. Their love is with me in my heart next to the lessons of love.

Give me a bit more time, my friends, to complete this part of mourning. I’ve already started creating art again and sporadic poems, so it shan’t be long. With love in my heart, hope in my spirit, and faith in abundant joy, I wish you a blessed, peaceful New Year.

2015 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,000 times in 2015. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

The reign of blood

The Reign of Blood extends to our Muslim brothers and sisters as much as it does to anyone vilified or made to feel less than worthy. United we stand is what we were taught when we were younger only to realize that we were lied to as an adult.

Mare Martell

Stop the Hate Stop the Hate

I ride with my brothers and sisters of all races and creeds;

To rear up their own steeds in unified protest;

To ride the momentum of waves of grief

Heeding the cries of mothers for their stricken children

Comforting tears of fathers for their lost legacy

We beg our inheritance returned from the barrels

Of the guns, drugs, and forced disintegration of segregation

Of caged familial relationships in the name of

Law enforcement in a police state.

Oh, Lady Justice! Raise your blindfold!

We beckon you to turn your marble eyes

Towards those who insult your intention!

We call out in solidarity for your scales

To balance the inequality that takes our skin

And uses it against our fellow Americans;

Our future! Our could-have-beens:

Strong leaders, bold teachers, smart cookies, fast learners,

Good parents, good people, good workers, good earners

Had they not been vilified by unjust…

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Cost of Living

Candle of Hope

How much am I worth to you?

Another theater, another school?

Another place where people gather

Out in public, or doesn’t it matter?

How much can I pay you for

your children’s blood on classroom floors?

How much is the fiance’ worth

if she’s wedding before the baby’s birth?

Tell me, because I don’t want your guns

you can keep them, I’m wanting none.

If you collect or if you hunt

I have no interest in killing your fun.

But any sane person should agree

that these “daily” mass killings are a spree

With romanticized violence the law of the land,

as responsible owners, please take a stand.

Show them what it means to be smart

Give us something, someplace to start

 

I don’t want to be afraid to go to the store

become another pawn in this domestic war

If it happens to one it’s a tragedy

but if it happens to more, a statistic you’ll be

Terrorism doesn’t have the brown skin like we’re told

It’s the murderer’s body count, sin chillingly cold.