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Dystopian You

You stand on the corner of
Climate Change and Rising Seas
In the neighborhood of Zika,
Deep in the heart of
Nuclear Destruction.

Wave to North Korea’s crazy
Dictator across the Ocean of
Despair, one insult away from
Gracing us with a big, bad bomb
And a centuries deep winter.

Curtsy to Putin, our Russian pal,
His KGB ties beside the point.
Stand in bread lines with comrades
All. Take time to learn Cyrillic
Script for future reference.

Stockpile bandages and canned
Goods. Be sure to save the books and
Works of art. Listen, you won’t Remember when the boots come stomping And the knock comes in the night.

Snapshot #’s 91, 92, and 93

The easiest title ever:

“Duck, Ducks, Goose.”



My Life in Monochrome

Monochrome memories from way back, when all my dresses were shapeless plaid shirtwaists,

Three for ten dollars from the Sears and Roebuck catalog. I was a thrifty kid, poring over the

Thrift section searching for the best buys so Mom didn’t have to. My brothers could own

Five striped cotton crewneck t-shirts for a bundled price, as well. I circled the best deals in

Crayon, then waited for the order to arrive, always hoping that at least one of my new

Dresses would surprise me by featuring a full skirt and a crinkly petticoat like Debbie Reynolds

Wore. Disappointment never interfered with my attempts to twirl in a simple cotton dress. 


My dresses were never this cute. ^^^

Where are the Heroes?

Where are the heroes?
Have they gone out of style?
I fear they’ve all fallen,
Victims to old King Vile

Where are the voices of dissent?
Have they been silenced?
Rebuffed by the bully from his pulpit
Neither fair nor balanced.

Where are the watchdogs?
Have they been blinded?
Given poisoned bits to calm their barks
No longer straining at the leash.

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Snapshot #89

Yes, this is a screenshot of the Fitbit leaderboard for this week. Please note two things:

1) I’m at the top

2) All my friends suffer from some weird facial disorder. 

I call this one, “Nobody Likes a Braggart, but Who Cares?”

Seriously, I’ve only topped my Fitbit leaderboard one other time–back when I had no Fitbit friends. I suspect a couple of them will come roaring back this week, so I’m going to enjoy my status while I can.

Peace, people.

I Don’t Sleep

I don’t sleep when you’re away, my thoughts chase, circling ceaselessly without remorse.

Each hour weighs a ton, each minute pounds against my skull, what if? What’s that? Check

The clock. If I fall asleep right NOW, I could manage five hours before the alarm sounds, now

Four, then three. Who does math at four a.m.? Could I reset the alarm? Thirty minutes 

More? But I’ve already eaten up that time with my calculations. Please hurry home. I don’t sleep.

Snapshot #88

Lake Ella in Tallahassee, Florida, is one of my favorite places to walk. I call this one, taken on a warm winter day, “January Done Right.”

Seduction

A bottle of Cabernet
Fuels anticipation
Fragrant candles lit


Gentle kiss, just there,
Measured strokes invite delight
Touch of velvet skin


What would you offer
For one night in tender arms?
All the world’s riches