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This House

Built on foundations – diversity, equality, freedom – once thought solid

Now crumbled beneath


Veneer used to hide, to shine where light was scarce or non-existent

Now is scratched, dull, and dented

Showing the ugly scars beneath


Additions made to show the wealth and momentum

Now mere skeletons of their intent

With winds of change – for worse, not better – blowing through


The flag, brand new and brightly colored

Waves and people cheer

Blinded by the stars displayed

They fail to see


Their home is collapsing

Crumbling into history



When I was little, I saw you from afar. You were so great, so full of hope, opportunity, prosperity, forward motion. Truly the land of milk and honey, or so I believed.

Where are you now?


When I was little, it seemed like you fought for those who couldn’t. You were willing to rise to the challenge when others wouldn’t.

Where are you now?


When I was little, you welcomed those in need. You said, “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”

Where are you now?


When I was little, I watched as your women appeared to go where they hadn’t been able to before. Equality was gaining, and not just for them, if only by inches.

Where are you now?


When I was little, I trusted all the times you said, “Never again!” or “This can’t happen here,” in the face of atrocities toward others, be they Jewish, Muslim, Christian, or otherwise.

Where are you now?



First floating, then swimming, moving forward as I go.  

Clearing hurdles as they come. Struggling to stay afloat.

Then a riptide pulls me under;  

Deeper, deeper, down I go.

Stuck in this maelstrom of feeling too much and nothing at all

Not knowing which way to go in order to breathe again.




Love does not  hurt.

Love does not cheat.

Love does not abuse.

Love does not threaten or fear or trick.

Love is caring.

Love is faithful.

Love is gentle and kind.

Love is truth. Loyalty. Faith. Hope.

Love is love.  

Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow

Something I wrote after the attacks on Paris. What happened there (and not just there, but it was the catalyst) weighed heavily on me and this is what came out.


Your worst fear was the boogeyman under your bed.

Your worst enemy was that boy down the street that kept pulling your pigtails.

The only reason you feared going to school was because you didn’t study for that test.

You could play outside unsupervised until curfew, which was when the street lights turned on, or you got called in to dinner.

You got grounded for sneaking out to meet your boyfriend.

Your only gun was the one you shaped with your hand and made ‘pew pew’ noises for.

Mommy or daddy being away for work meant staying up late so you could talk to them on the phone, and never fearing they wouldn’t make it home again.

Mommy and daddy taking you to school for your first day meant never having to worry about more than if you liked your teacher and if you made friends?

Seeing the police meant safety, and maybe a speeding ticket.  

Telling people, “My daddy was a soldier,” was met with “That’s so cool,” and not “I’m so sorry for your loss.”


Today, everything feels wrong.  




Today, a child brings guns to class because he can’t handle his life anymore and wants to take others with him. Teachers and children fall.  

Today, mom and dad go out to dinner and never make it home because their restaurant got bombed.  

Today, CPS gets called on a mother who allows her children to be outside on their own and learn independence.  

Today, we’re on the precipice of war, with enemies a dime a dozen, each no less a threat than the other.

Today, police get gunned down for doing their job.  

Today, seeing those flashing lights could mean you lose your life, and not just a few bucks.  

Today. Today. Today.  

Today feels heavy. Sad. Weighed down.  

There is no safety, no innocence left. At least, that’s how it feels today.  

But tomorrow. Tomorrow there is still hope.  

Hope for peace.

For sanity.

For safety.

For innocence.

For love.



It’s just you
I am dismissed

It’s a bother
I am a bother

Ill chosen words
Cut down to my darkest self

I am a burden



Stop breaking me
Tearing me

Breaking again

Stop before the pieces of me
Are too small to put together again

My sense of self


Poisoned Wound

wordly wounds inflicted,


going deeper by the day.

try to slice through

before they settle

in the heart of me.

bleeding not red

but poisoned words

and thoughts;

leeching them.

watch them stain

and drip from unwilling fingers

that seem to fight

to hold on to them.

as I watch, I wonder

am I too late?

has their mark taken permanent hold over me?

Dark Again

Drained and lost,

I don’t know what to trust.

Least of all myself.

Gun-shy and weary,

I don’t know what to do.

Feeling isolated and alone

in darkness that shrouds me once again.

At the bottom of my soul

I don’t know what I’ll find.

Need out of this pit.

Can’t find the motivation,

or the reason why.

Need for someone to switch on the light.


Despondency settles over me
like a woolen winter blanket
in summer’s highest heat
entangling me
even as I try to break free
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