I really don’t see the reason why automatic Rifles are necessary. I can accept handguns (self defense) and shotgun or regular rifles (hunting) but I don’t see a reason why automatic rifles are not being made harder to get ahold of…the only use of AR weapons is killing people..
Poetry woke me. it is not the first time, likely will not be the last. I have been working on two different projects as my poetry goes…I have been finding that I am writing a lot of political poetry…where I had not been before. I guess as I have aged my heart is just not in swallowing the rage I have been feeling for the way the world around me is. I don’t like saying nothing when I see a wrong being done. I have fought for my voice, so I guess I will have to use it. well not all of the poetry I have been writing is appropriate for this volume.
so I am writing two. I think the first one is either going to be smaller than my usual or take longer, I am not sure. it currently has twelve poems compared to the twenty nine in Handprints. Gathering Teardrops will be released in May and I am not sure if either of these will be available this year. I have a bit of a full schedule for publishing this year.
I will announce when each are done writing. I have another poem that is bouncing around my head wanting to be written, so I am writing instead of sleeping….sigh
oh…btw…I have an interview on Facebook on Friday…will post the link as soon as I get it.
Trying to get books ready for publication, writing more, and recovering from a really nasty infection…means the blog caught neglect. So here is a poem written today titled The White Whale…
I find myself judging me for things done in anxiety. The things I should be doing eat at me, whispering in my ear deafeningly. I cannot grow a care… Though I know the reasons that I should.
The things that would happen are just as bad, telling me how important it is and why I should be sad. Instead the urging only reverses my mind to anger quixotically, making a monster of the rage building deep inside of me.,
The could be is somehow worse, for in me, these are the ones that hurt. I feel like I am not enough, because I can not make them happen no matter how hard I try.
So the should, the would, and the could, each have their place in stretching my anxiety into another day. They make me into a nervous wreck, weighing each mistake as a possibility. Fighting the trio I become a careless me.
Pattimouse 