When You Were Mine ~ by Katrina Curtiss 6.24.2022
The day Roe was overturned, I wrote the song, "When You Were Mine." ~ thanks for listening.
The day Roe was overturned, I wrote the song, "When You Were Mine." ~ thanks for listening.
Marching in a rally, gathered for a cause Fearful of assault weapons, causing me to pause One loaded lunatic can mow down several souls Vowing to make a difference, going to the polls.
My Hope: We must stop the internal fighting and put that energy towards solutions. We are suffocating ourselves with anger and compliancy. Let us focus upon what we have in common, not our differences. My Prayer for the world... May we aspire to the greatness of our collective souls.
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…
Basura Cat says she is not amused, At the latest antics of Ted Cruz. She can’t wait until the next election, He needs to go, for our own protection. She wants to know why we don’t kick him out, Why he’s allowed to set fires all about. He lies about…
As The United States expects to have enough COVID vaccine doses for all adult Americans by the end of May ~ our governor just announced that he is opening everything up 100% and lifting the statewide mask mandate as of March 10th 2021. I’m saddened but now surprised, his lack…
Sofia: “You know, I just stopped in at the corner store and overheard a conversation between a customer and the clerk.” Me: (*thinking about my gig this weekend) Sofia: “So this guy was saying how happy he was that he got the Vaccine for Covid~19, he’s said he got it for…
It was fun at first, being from Ohio, snow doesn’t excite me much, but seeing others enjoy it, that’s always fun. Then it became personal, with frozen pipes and power outages, seeing my neighbors struggle, myself, my cat. Tensions ran high as we watched our ceilings for leaks, our candles…
God knows that I’ve tried for years to visit you, But was held captive when the winds blew. Finally the winds blew the temperatures below, And I made my way south to San Antonio. Five days I’ve spent in your wonderful town, Pick-up trucks and Palm trees all around. But,…
Standing in my heatless house, silent exception of dripping faucets. Gazing at the darken street, hoping for movement, praying for none. Entangled in huddled embrace, trying to capture and contain human heat. A flickering candle, a beacon of light, a dancer of shadows. Fearful of the next failure hiding around…