
Skyline shifts
beyond boundaries of Light.
Dawn breaks apart
Moon from Starlight.
Friend to all,
Sun takes deep breath
and slowly rises
just beyond the Bend
between neighbors’ yards
and my own.
I sit in wonder.
My Joy wanders,
alone.

Skyline shifts
beyond boundaries of Light.
Dawn breaks apart
Moon from Starlight.
Friend to all,
Sun takes deep breath
and slowly rises
just beyond the Bend
between neighbors’ yards
and my own.
I sit in wonder.
My Joy wanders,
alone.
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Knee replacement seems an affront to me.
An insult to my body’s integrity.
taking out the knee
which served me so faithfully,
to be replaced by utter falsity.
It will work as a joint should, assuredly.
But, it really means my new knee
is no longer the real me.
The me who knocked together,
whenever I was afraid, with the other.
The knee who knelt in the pew to pray
within the family group every Sunday.
The knee which moved the feet
when I practiced my ballet,
and danced across the stage
on tap shoes, then all the rage.
The knee that touched yours
when we danced close,
hearts beating down to our toes.
The knee where every baby bounced
while we played horsey and laughed in glee.
The knee that pushed me to my feet
to object to opposing counsel in court;
or at a hearing to enact
what I considered an unjust act.
The knee that bent down to sow
seeds in a garden bed cleared of weeds.
The knee that pushed away
an unwelcome hand or worse.
The knee that I slapped in glee
when I heard a funny verse.
I love that knee.
I hate to see it go.
Part of me goes with it, I know.
Piece by piece each surgery,
has diminished the real me.
My reaction is a form of PTSD
recalling all the times I was told
I was too much, or not enough.
Did my body listen to such guff?
Did I push my knee too hard,
dismantle its soft protective layer,
to satisfy too many others?
It is only a knee, you say.
Not to me. Not today.
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Most of us have been away from the gym too long.
Our freedom-loving muscles have grown slack.
We had not fully recognized the slack.
Others noted the weakness
of our democratic body.
We went about our day aware that each act
became more difficult, more strenuous.
Success became less assured, more tenuous.
While we grew soft, life grew hard.
We could no longer lift our children above our heads.
Their safety could not be assured;
not only on the playground monkey bars,
but behind their desk, or sitting in church pews.
Even our voices became more feeble
as we stopped the exercise of free speech,
and bemoaned the simple act
of marching down the street.
But others watched and saw our weakness grow.
Knew we were no longer paying attention
to our former strength and ignoring our work-outs,
while we flaunted more the medals on our chests
and the trophies on our shelves.
We no longer recalled how we earned those awards.
We forgot the daily struggle at life’s gymnasium
to keep the muscles of self-governance
strong enough to take on new challenges and ideas.
Our weakness made us run from, instead of with,
others racing along the path to freedom.
We envied their success, our own no longer moving
us forward and ahead.
The only way the weak can win is by holding others back.
The truly strong can win by running hard and long.
We all looked away from those who cheat
to claim a win they do not deserve.
It feels too close to every nerve
now weakened within each lax muscle;
a republic struggling just to stay upright.
Religion becomes the panacea of anxious nights.
We can only hope our muscle-memory
of freedoms gained in the past
is strong enough to make our democracy last.
Back to the gym. Walk the streets. Shout the speech
that you recall in memory grown weak.
Build back the muscle needed to wield your voting power.
Now is the hour
to get back to the gym.
Be strong and carry on!


Thousands gathered in pouring rain
that fizzled to drizzle
before again filling drains
in a deluge of tears shed from the sky
for all the cruel MAGA plans in 2025.
Cars in parade drove round and round
filled with those too weak or sick to stand
letting the blare of horns shift feet off the ground
as protesters lifted signs and waved
in true solidarity, camaraderie and pride.
Every viewpoint, every age, every gender
straight or pride, every religion; all differences aside.
Small towns, big cities and rural hamlets,
countries all around the globe
joined together, lifted signs with epithets
and reminders the people run this country
not oligarchs, nor despots, nor traitors, nor kings.
Enough is enough and this is too much
as it silences the Liberty Bell’s ring.
And, best of all, this is just the beginning.
Soon, MAGA will fall.
Still, local and national news ignores
the true message sent today
to save our beloved USA.
Media moguls saw no need
to shoot themselves in the knee
and tell the story of our glory
as we gathered to redress grievances
and demand our government comply
with federal laws and court orders
lest we watch our nation die.
We are here, and here we shall remain.
We are our own best hope. We refuse to lie.
Fascists now rule over the home of the brave,
supported by Republican cowards
whose complicity credulity strains.
And the news media offers no discourse
to educate and explain
why millions of Americans stood so resolute,
so long, in such drowning rain.


Bodies tell stories.
The boot is on the right foot.
It lifts up the right side.
It tilts the body left.
The left leg shortened,
for a short while;
long enough for the right
heel to heal the heil.
The right heel steals balance.
The right heal steals my right
to take walks, plant seeds,
to talk with ease, laugh aloud.
The right heel pains me,
isolates me,
leaves me motionless.
Soon, the boot will be off.
Therapy will begin to complete
the healing needed to stop
the pain in the heel, and heal the heil.
The extra weight will be lifted.
Both feet will balance the gait
of a body ready to move forward,
beyond the lies, beyond the hate.
Time to heal, if patience allows.
I ask so little it seems;
and yet, too much for now.
Now, when words destroy bonds
formed from shared adversity,
in fear of diversity and loss of power.
I stumble through the day, booted
by the weight of the jack boot
on a leg that has born too much weight
of too much fear, too heavy a hate.
And still, despite the added weight
and uneven gait, I march on,
in my own, stilted way,
on this President’s,
not King’s,
Day.

Chronic pain is a thief
which stalks every bone and muscle
including the skull and brain
locking the flow across every sinew
of blood’s strength to reign
with ease and grace
across interstitial space.
Legs and pelvis lock in place
and the body can no longer race
along the path around the ponds.
Knees can no longer bend
to rest upon the earth and pull the weeds
nor plant the seeds
where the garden should grow.
Pain even steals words from where they reside
within the brain’s locked space
where dreams can no longer take hold
since sleep is stolen leaving behind
only grief and disgust at losses too great to abide.
The theft is its worst upon the face
where smiles are forced to hide
behind grimaces and half-closed eyes.
Laughter is the only relief to frozen space.
A sense of humor is the fiercer power
relieving pain hour after hour.
The deeper the laugh the looser the lock
that pain has placed upon the body clock.
Time passes with the pain as laughs invade
the place where pain thought to remain.
Laugh at pain and watch it rush,
pushed away by jokes and a comic crush.
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We sit together in the tea room,
four friends sharing stories of our lives
as we have done since first grade.
Now, older ladies at age seventy-five
the stories remain the same in the telling
if not in the content, with little to no surprise.
Our stories are those told by women over time
while their aged hands hold cups of calming tea
Heart-hands are held within the circle of our lives.
We studiously avoid this day
what brings us to our knees to pray.
We know our country and our world’s democracy
is sadly attacked, torn, bleeding and frayed
by hypocrites who lie and find distorted ways
to describe the problems we all face.
We agree the Republican Party is a disgrace.
Its leaders praise and offer support
to Putin, Orban and the sort of autocrat
who rules with iron hands and deadly fists,
claiming they are too MAGA strong to resist.
Laughingly, as if they are proud
supporters rally round Trump, shouting loud
with triumphant cheers, they form a crowd
of sycophants and fools who hide their fear
within the lies of those they cheer.
They no longer need to wear white sheets.
They are legally and openly armed to the teeth
to create a white supremacist militia.
They act with impunity in every community,
even in D.C. on the 6th. of January.
Hate crimes increase, threats roam the streets,
and gather openly in social media accounts
where they can hide their hate with open pride.
We old ladies have no fear. We have seen this before.
We have lived long enough to recall all
those who “drank the tea” and raised the cup
to the “Tea Party” who plotted it all,
willing to watch America fall
so long as Republican supporters with great stealth
could retain their hold on power, and keep their wealth.
This is nothing new. We watched it happen as too few
paid any attention to how it happened and came to be
that we face the loss of our very treasured democracy.
They attack our very humanity, and make love a sin.
Their victimhood becomes a sign of religious grace.
Too many “find Jesus” as His words are replaced
with a false idol determined to win the race
to the White House and the presidency.
So, we sit together and drink our tea.
We may find it hard to stand on our feet.
But we shall not allow our democracy’s defeat.
We will vote for the only political party
we would be willing to invite to join us at tea.
Democrats all, we still can stand tall.
We may be a bit slower, but we go where we need to be,
to the polls to vote for those who still uphold the law.
We still speak what needs to be said
as facts remain alive, and truth is not yet dead.
We are still alive, as you can see. No one is too old
to uphold democracy and jail those whose crimes
are so many and so bold. We ladies recognize
that lies are still lies, no matter who enjoys their telling.
The con is not new, though the conmen may be.
Heat the kettle. Bring the water to a boil.
Brew the tea. Fill your cup.
Drink the real tea and wake up.
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Healthy Appetites Fuel Healthy Economies, By Louise Annarino, January 2, 2013
Feeling bloated? Too many cookies over the holidays? Made a resolution to lose weight; eat less and exercise more? “Five a day!” “Color your plate!” “Work Those Abs!” “Keep Moving!” This is nothing new. We have heard it all before.
Sensible weight loss, we are told, involves not severe calorie restriction, but sensible eating. Add more fresh vegetables and fruit. We are warned that if we cut calories too fast, or eat too little our body will believe it is starving and slow its metabolism even more. It will conserve and eventually shut-down its operation of essential functions leading to illness, even death. Anorexia and bulimia are now a routine part of the American lexicon. Our bodies need calories from food to function,survive, and thrive.Only when well-fueled can we keep our bodies moving, healthy and productive
The body politic has the same needs as the human body. Excessive military spending, waging war without raising taxes to pay the billions of dollars war costs, uncontrolled rising costs of medical care and health insurance premiums increasing medicare costs, and unregulated securities industry nearly which nearly destroyed banking worldwide, have bloated our deficit. The answer,however, is not to become bulimic and purge our government of the taxes needed to fuel government operations. Nor is the answer anorexic refusal to continue funding programs which would sustain our country’s very survival, and the heath and well-being of our fellow citizens.
The answer is to cut out those foods which are high in calories but low in benefit to the body politic. For example, subsidize green energy and manufacturing to build a competitive economic base and increase exports which would improve the GDP and decrease the trade deficit. And, eliminate oil subsidies for companies which are so bloated by profits they no longer need the subsidy. Also, extend medicare for all; don’t cut it or increase its operational costs. Take the boated profit from health insurers and apply the savings to broader preventive care for the entire population which would reduce costs over time.It would free a company to redirect its profits into wages for employees,rather than funding their health care plans. Pass a transportation bill which would reduce our dependency on oil, rebuild and redesign our transportation infrastructure and connect communities large and small.This would create new jobs, expand the tax base and lower the deficit with greater productivity. Conservatives try to “starve the beast”. We should instead be feeding the body politic. They have it exactly backwards.
The role of a representative government is to secure the safety, productivity and civil rights of its citizens, encourage the productivity and health of the nation itself, and propel the country forward into an unknown future. Both individuals and political bodies must eat wisely but well, stay active and involved in the world, and strengthen their ability to rise to the challenges yet to come. An anorexic or bulimic government response is no solution to what ails our economy. Government must continue to feed the economy, but do it “smarter” and better as President Obama often reminds us. We and our government should switch from trans-fats to olive oil, but it can’t and it should not eliminate fat altogether. Without some fat, some essential vitamins cannot be stored or used by muscle we need to keep moving.
Fiscal conservatives must not be allowed to label a healthy and well-balanced spending/taxing formula as destructive. To the contrary, it is that balance which will stimulate individuals and government to greater health and productivity. Those who want to protect their grandchildren’s future would do well to recall what is required to rear healthy and productive children and economies. Want to save your grandchildren? Feed them well, and often. Neither we, nor our government, are beasts.
Filed under COMMENTARY, POLITICS
DECONSTRUCTION
The streets were lined for blocks on end.
Signs reminded all who rejoiced to attend
Why they walked and talked and smiled and waved
At passing cars who braved delays
While drivers honked horns and shouted out
“Vote him out and make it a rout!”
Costumed critters danced to our delight
Knowing their freedom would give him a fright.
Deconstruct the lies we have been told.
Deconstruct the narrative being sold.
Deconstruct the bullie’s hold.
Deconstruct institutional mold.
Gather in peace the young and the old.
Stronger are you, more wise, more bold.
Deconstruct so we can rebuild
What he has destroyed with his minions’ lack of skill.
We know how to do this, and more.
We have done it many times before.
My thanks to my friends in Clintonville area of Columbus who helped me attend this moment of patriots’ challenge to the con men robbing the USA of its power, wealth, ideals and humanity. The lack of media coverage was appalling. The misrepresentation of attendance numbers cannot be challenged when media fails to provide images of the gatherings. A local station covered it AFTER it was over and crowds had dispersed. Another stated hundreds attended when it was actually thousands. We are here. We are resisting. We are going nowhere until the despotism and kidnapping of people and the Supreme Court, universities, news organizations, social media outlets, medical and public health Institutions… even our very language and the meaning of words and phrases has been brought to an end and freedom restored.
We shall not be silenced.
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