She slips
off
her rocker
and giggles:
can it be
can it be
that all I
can see
is
a reality?
She says, “Last night I thought
I heard God, but it mighta been
the Supremes.”
Wanna die, wanna die
from flying so high
today I am ten
and tomorrow
I’m 60.
More quiet,
more quiet,
more crazy
&
quiet.
(c) 2015-2019 Rob Goldstein
I love the way writers on WordPress support each other. This is a brilliant share from Myths of the Mirror.
It’s been a long time since I’ve shared a blog post “At the Mirror,” featuring a writer or poet that turns my bones to water with the power and beauty of their words. As life regains a semblance of normalcy (and I prepare for NaNoWriMo), I’m delighted to share this powerful poem from Lindi at Fresh Poetry:
by lindi-ann hewitt-coleman
‘we are the daughters
of the witches
you did not burn’
the sons of slaves stolen
and traded like cattle
on cotton ships across the atlantic
we are the illegitimate children
of colonial bastards and the women
who were stolen from their homes and lived
we are the grandchildren
of the potato farmers
who did not starve.
we are descendants of the jews
that were not killed
we are the children…
(continue reading: re-generation)
Let’s honor the women of WordPress – From The Lonely Author
Feminism isn’t about making women stronger. Women are already strong. It’s about changing the way the world perceives that strength. – G.D. Anderson
Inspiring Women of WordPress
National Domestic Violence Awareness Month falls in October. November 25th is InternationalDayfor the Elimination of Violence against Women. Of course the holidays is a time of giving, showing appreciation, and love. After that comes my favorite day – Valentine’s Day.
I want to do something special for some inspiring women I have met here in WordPress. Sort of spreading and sharing the inspiration.
Starting Monday through the week leading up to Valentine’s Day, I will introduce a different Inspiring Woman of WordPress. You will meet doctors, poets, great motivators, teachers, designers, and mothers, the most sacred (and thankless) of professions.
I will still be posting poetry (and my other nonsense) but a different talented lady will be highlighted with every post. On some…
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I was under powerful witchcraft and hoped I was possessed.
I thought of little Reagan; the tricks he did with the crucifix.
He was light in the head and rose by circumstance.
Were I novelist, I’d have written a story, but instead I spun
and spewed garlic.
Judy asked if I was trying to vomit and I snarled, “No! I need a
fucking exorcist!”
Judy said what I really needed was a time out until I learned
to behave.
I’m starting to think Judy doesn’t love me.
The staff carried me off before I could levitate.
Rob Goldstein (c) 2017 All Rights Reserved
Note: Seclusion is a nursing intervention defined as the solitary containment of an agitated patient in a fully protective environment.
