from The Mind of RD REVILO
- Funny, Some People Think
- War will be different for them
- They see the deadly destruction
- But theirs won’t make them a victim
- They’ll start the fight on Friday
- Then fight
- Until Sunday
- Back to work on Monday
- And if they get injured or hurt
- The enemy will nurture
- Them back to work
- So they can fight some more
- And even up the score
- No loss of electricity
- Water will flow
- No pain toward victory
- No disappearance of people they know
- It’ll be like a picnic
- Only ants are pests
- We’ll be in and out quick
- Unlike the rest
- Once they knowwe are serious
- Fear will make the enemy delirious
- And sue for peace
- Just beating our chests will scare the beast
- Our thunderous protests
- Will make them confess
- We’ll sing, we’ll cheer
- The brave will bring up the rear
- We’ll snarl, our fists we’ll ball
- We’ll persist, insist…
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Ulla’s dog Solo
Ulla. Where do I begin?
When I told someone yesterday my friend died by suicide, adding that we never met face-to-face, I sensed that she didn’t understand the power of a virtual friendship.
Of course that’s not her fault – if you haven’t experienced being friends with an online “kindred spirit”, it’s hard to relate to the idea. But I was frustrated all the same because it was a genuine friendship.
How I hate writing that word “was”.
Ulla was a better friend to me than most of the friends I’ve ever had; hell, she was there for me during some of my toughest times far more than some of my relatives.
She supported my writing, and — this was big– she helped me grieve my father’s death. She truly understood what it was like to lose a parent since she had been through it too.
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An extraordinary tribute to the bond between dogs and their people.
My family’s dogs were a big part of my life when I was a little girl. I learned to stand, clutching fistfuls of fur and hauling myself upright against our German Shepherd Nikki, who bore my maulings good naturedly. I created miniature worlds between his paws as I sat and played, marching little animals across his shoulders… He also taught me my first adult lessons in grief… Returning home from school to find him gone, it broke my heart, but I thank him for his gentle love and guidance. In comparison to myself, my mother has always been a ‘dog person’. I am primarily a ‘cat person’ but I love dogs too and have had a couple who have co-existed happily alongside my various cats.
Rosie was another notable character from my mother’s succession of dogs… my first sister dog, she taught my older son how to treat…
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