democracy calls

whenever i hear of protests in the streets of the world, people screaming for what they believe in, my heart excites. and then frustration sets in.

our nation, built upon voices of dissent, relishes some of the most lavish lifestyles in the world. with these lifestyles comes a false feeling of satiation. and i firmly believe that this sense of satiation is what leads us to placation. let our voices be heard. let the state of the union not fall on cynical ears. let the words of those in power call us to action. we are not being provided for. we are all struggling in ways to make our lives better. let those struggles unify us. call us to make change, serve our communities, and do what is best for us. so that we may have a future to give.

3:30

rays of sun hit the side of my palm as i hold my tea cup at the kitchen table.

the shadow of the Hoya is broken by the corner of the wall.

and out the window the trees shadows on the hillside mark the snow in rays of grays and purple.

my houseplants dream of warm water on their leaves and i, of the sun on my naked skin.

the warmth of my tea cup seems futile in my dream as i sit in the silence of the cold.

january so far...

i broke the fall up the cellar stairs with my ribs.

tucked under my right breast a bruise light green and severe emerges. it doesn't explain the pain.

and then the snow fall brings on shoveling. i can't shovel. it's too damn painful.