"Basura, cat come out from your bed Why are the covers up over your head?" She said that she feels that she was attacked After a reader gave her some recent feedback They said that she’s gotten political in her views She was much more fun before reading the news…
A lot of what’s happening in the world doesn’t directly affect me, I’m a musician, private music teacher so that’s my small world. I haven’t played a gig in over two months, haven’t hosted an Open mic, taught a lesson face to face, haven’t done much, outside of write within…
As I go to the store, I put on my mask It’s become part of my daily tasks To stay 6 feet apart, no hugs come my way It’s the way that the world is today No more gigs do I play, at home I do stay No work, no…
My cat was making a funny face About our next flight into outer space You spend billions of dollars in flying around When it should be spent here on the ground It’s funded by taxes paid by the little guy Who needs food on the table, not pie in the…
When Motherhood, knocked upon my door, I never answered. Yes, it tapped louder and louder as I approached 40, but I turned a deaf ear. It’s not just a choice, it’s a lifelong commitment of caring and compassion, the least paying and highest paying job in life, and I just never…
My cat came to me, filled with misery About the injustices of humanity A former police officer and his son, both white Chased an African-American man down and took his life Two armed white men, father and son Hunted down a black man, who was out for a run The…
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…
I was sitting staring up at a tree When Basura Cat came up to me She wanted to join my Songwriting group A poet, maker of magic, a troubadour troop I want to write something that people will sing I want to write about nothing and yet everything She had…
It was 50 years ago today, when my grade school teacher, told us to sit under our desks; this was a time when school was a “safe space” in spite of the occasional paddling. She informed us that something was happening about a 20-minute drive away from our location, “Something”…
People are divided more than into two Both sides claim they know what to do Some grab their guns and take to the street Some stay on the same dirt, beneath their own feet I remember a time of peaceful demonstrations When people joined hands and changed our nation Hands…