Everyday I get to make a choice, On which side that I will raise my voice. To judge those with whom I disagree, Or pass them by in compliancy. The guns, the violence it rains it pours, Everyday, seems it’s a little bit more. Just when I think there is…
February 2020~ First Case of Covid-19 appears in Texas, uniformed me, runs around in ignorant bliss. March 13th2020 ~ Texas Governor Abbott declares a State Of Emergency ~ within days this is followed by “Stay At Home and Shelter In place Orders. I decide to stop teaching private music lessons…
Sitting at my desk, the moon speaks to me through the window, Basura Cat sleeps upon my lap. We chatted earlier about the stance that professional athletes are taking to bring attention to the racial inequality that cast shadows upon our land. I ask The Universe for guidance in helping…
They say that it’s a Political Hoax, They say this has nothing to do with politics. They say that wearing a mask is an infringement of their rights. They say if you wear a mask, why 6 feet of separation? They say Trump is wrong, They say Biden is wrong.…
Basura cat came to me most curiously As she placed her paw upon my knee Together we watched the news from our home Being together, than being alone We watched the protest around our land People marching together, hand in hand She said, “Can we go, can we take part?”…
One house on the street caught fire, the family ran from the home, grabbing what possessions they may. As they waited for help to come, the father grabbed a hose and frantically tried to save what was his. His neighbors came outside, watching in horror, thinking not of his family,…
I’m exhausted after watching the protest, weary of the conflict, confused by the acts of violence. I watch what’s happening and search the skies for understanding. It’s as if we were just emerging from one storm, only to find ourselves in yet, another. It would be nice to have blue skies…
People are protesting, demanding justice for the death of George Floyd, it feels as his murder was the match that lit the fuse. The Powder Keg ~ by Katrina Curtiss 5/30/2020 There was a keg made out of wood Made to hold only the world’s good But somehow, somewhere deep…
This morning, the first thing that Sofia said to me, “This is so very sad.” Just having woken up, I asked her what she was referring to, she replied, “George Floyd.” She is from Portugal, spent 12 years in Dubai, has travelled the world, and seen more than the average…
This is in response to what happened to George Floyd, may he rest in peace. The story is in the link, the poem is about my friendly UPS Delivery man ~ how I felt when I saw him today. (My country is depressing the hell out of me ~ people…