It was an abusive relationship, Marked with blood baths and suffering. He demanded she stay, she ended her silence, With a revolt that shook and changed the world. She gathered her colonies around her, As a mother gathers her children to her breast. Declaring her freedom, protecting her own, Her…
Basura cat came to me, her tail circled in a Q, Meowing, “I have something important to ask you.” I put my guitar down, I slowly turned around, And in her eyes, it was tears that I found. She wanted to know what was going on, What was happening in…
We chat everyday since the Virus came, to check in on each other. We talk about the news, he is wise with his years. He watched as the Baseball season commences, as the players took a knee, he was sadden to his core. So, I wrote this for him, my…
Not Everyone of every group ever does everything Not every sound of every prayer results in anything Not every sunrise promises us a brand new day Not Everyone agrees with what Everyone has to say A push from both sides, cannot conflict result Nothing is heard when both sides’ scream…
Inspired by a conversation with a 17 year old student who said to me today, "It feels like the world is coming to an end." It broke my heart that he is afraid of what's happening. I told him that he will tell stories of this time of his life,…
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…
As rain falls upon this early Memorial Day, May 25th2020, thoughts of all those who have served our country visit me, as the ghosts of years gone past. I’m stuck with the thought that so many went to went to war, gave their lives for my freedom, my life, touch me…
I was listening to Lee Greenwood sing, “God Bless The U.S.A” Basura cat came up to me and this is what she had to say “That song makes me feel so good inside, Fills my heart with loyalty, joy and pride!” As she jumped on my lap and we began…
I was out walking yesterday, trying to combat the overwhelming sense of isolation due to COVID-19. I stick to my neighborhood, turning left here, right there, for about half an hour and then retracing my steps back home. Yesterday, I discovered a little winding sidewalk running behind homes, a path meant for…
You hear them; you know them, like old friends that gently nudge you into an emotional realm. A song has incredible strength; it can change a person’s energy from high to low and everywhere in-between. One of the first songs that touched me was, “Abraham, Martin and John” written by Dick…