Brutal Behest

Excellent piece! From aroilinpain.wordpress.com.

Aroil in Pain

Her invitation came

Addressed with snark and fury.

“Welcome to my chaos!”,

She offered as her greeting.

“Swim awhile, here with me

Among this drifting wreckage,

Floating fragments of dreams and plans,

Hopes and wishes for my shattered life.”

She served this raging petit four;

Smallest sliver of her misery

With a bitter aperitif, piercing my heart

In its acrid headward rush.

Did she hope to whet my appetite

With her caustic bread; cordial bile?

In truth, I find her burden

Shared is less a burden lessened;

But more a sorrow spread.

“Here is my vast, crass repast!

Will you savor with me?”

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Feckless

How awful is it that I’ve come across the word “feckless” in reading material pretty much my entire life but never bothered to look up its meaning. I relied on context to get close to the definition, but it’s being bandied about so much in our current political environment that I decided to pin it down and see what Mr. Webster says.


Can I build a poem around it? It’s worth a try.

Feckless

Feckless, rhymes with reckless, but given a choice I’d rather be the latter

At least reckless implies action, foolhardy though it may be

While feckless, ah, that milquetoast adjective, describes a dearth of

Initiative, a failure of character. In a word, Congress. 

Mud

My heart’s been walking in soul sucking mud, the kind that pulls my shoes right off 

As I slog through the muck from point a to point b. Bare feet carry gamely on, step by sticky

Step. Pick up my shoes and brace myself against gravity’s ultimate challenge. Falling

Face first into the mire is a real possibility. I’ve been here before. It’s not pretty.

Donald Trump: America’s New Role Model 

My friend keeps hitting home runs.

A lot from Lydia

Parenting isn’t easy, it never has been. That said, we parents today have a few challenges previous generations didn’t have. One such challenge can be explained using the example of the item at the top of my list of parenting goals. My priority has always been to teach my children ethics: the differnce between right and wrong, respecting people’s differences, having compassion, putting in an honest hard day’s work, owning your mistakes, remaining humble, do unto others…etc.

It helps to use examples when making a point: people who have achieved high status by following these basic principals of ethics. Any examples of successful ethical people today have been overshadowed by one person who demonstrates that ethics aren’t necessary to succeed. By my title, you should know of whom I speak.

The lesson we learn from our current “president” is that to succeed in 2017, we must apply a different set…

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Underground Railroad: A Review of Sorts

What if the Underground Railroad was an actual railroad? What if runaway slaves could hop aboard and travel to freedom through a series of subterranean tunnels? Aptly title, The Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead, explores this possibility, following the escaped slave, Cora as she seeks a better life outside of the brutal one she’s known picking cotton on a plantation in Georgia.


While the concept of an actual train is pure fiction, the harsh aspects of Cora’s life are not. As a slave she was beaten for protecting a young child from the master’s whip and chose to risk the possible hazards of life on the run rather than submit to the certain abuses from those who own her.

The book has an odd cadence, and there were times when I backtracked and reread a page or two to get it to make sense to me. There is a certain dreamlike quality to some chapters, while others are stark in their recounting of cruelties rendered. But it’s ultimately satisfying.

This is a book for our times. As Cora finds peace in some destinations and horror in others we are reminded that there are still people in this world trying to escape these chilling truths, looking for a safe haven from cruel masters. We can be that safe haven.


Peace, people.