Basura Cat wants to make a trip up Capital Hill. The fact she can’t vote for President makes her ill. She wants to answer the Patriotic call. When she talks about it, she starts to bawl. “Basura,” I said, “Don’t get so upset.” “Because pets don’t have the right to…
My Mama raised me better than to be friends with anyone who makes fun of the handicapped. My Mama raised me better than to be friends with someone who commits adultery. My Mama raised me better than to be friends with anyone who refuses to help others. My Mama raised…
He doesn’t lurk, he stands upon his soapbox. He takes treats and turns them into tricks. He tweets and turns beauty into brutality. His words, echo from a heart of stone. He blows his harp, charming the uneducated. He rallies with lies and deceit. The lost have fallen into his…
Writing is something that calls to me, gentle as a summer rain, the constant pitter-patter of mindfulness. “Come sit with me,” she calls, desperate for my attention. As alluring as the smell of fresh bread, she beckons. “What shall I write?” I ask Words begin their tribal dance, waiting for…
Basura Cat woke me up at 4:30 this morning. As usual, I went to feed her, but it was not a feeding of the belly that she was after, instead, it is the feeding of her soul Sofia drove by my voting location just after 6am, she suggested that I…
Anniversaries are usually a time of celebration. A day to remember, something special. A memory lodged forever, dusted off once a year. Anniversaries are sometimes a time of sadness. A day to remember, something lost A memory lodged forever, dusted off once a year, One can feel as it approaches,…
A package just came in the mail, And Basura Cat started waving her tail. She used her claws to open the box, What was inside, knocked off my socks. It was a political yard sign for the Democrats, Looks like I have a left leaning political cat. Basura got a…
People think that because I want peace, I’m a liberal. Because I’m kind that I’m weak. Because I’m creative, I’m not smart. Because I went to college, that I’m educated. What people don’t know is that I know pain. That every moment has created my view. That words have depth…
Since COVID~19, my life has changed from working full-time to part-time. Sometimes, I have a complete day off. Usually, I find things to do, play, practice, write, read, study, sometimes not so much. With student cancelations, today I had too much free time on my hands. I pondered if this…
The trip was long, many a stumble made, As memories of home, started to fade. Entry to the kingdom came at a price, Some of the trade-offs were not so nice. Who has dared to knock on the door? A pauper, a peasant who wanted more. Daring to dream, daring…