For Wordless Wednesday.
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For Wordless Wednesday.
Hmmm, I did a daily prompt but the wrong one. That is, I just did February 28th.
For today’s Daily Prompt: fabric.
I made this installation in 2012 after my sister died, thinking about all the community surrounding her and supporting her and missing her.
I am failing to forgive
I am succeeding in forgiving
The people that I have let go
I have forgiven
I do not plan to see them again
They have hurt me grievously
They have had time and time, years
to contact me and to listen
They choose not to
I let them go
I am tired of being hurt
They have no remorse nor kindness
It is the people that I hold on to
Some hope that they are loving
Some hope that they will listen
Some hope that they won’t believe the stories
They still hurt me grievously
They do not answer and make no move
Listening loving healing
I have to let them all go
And then I can forgive
Beloved, I want to forgive
And there is no reconciliation
When no one will listen
For the Daily Prompt: finally.
For Wordless Wednesday.
A friend has lost a teenage daughter to death.
I hope that where the daughter is, is beauty.
still in my heart
why are you there?
you have sold me out
more than once
disappeared when I was sick
returning when I was better
long after I stopped being contagious
and noted when the news caught up
with what I’d been saying about opiates
she’s been talking about this
you say to others
I realize that you did not believe me
until the news agreed
another with words
“If you make me choose
I will choose her.”
I think “you just did.”
do you hear?
that is a threat
to shut me down
to shut me up
to shut me out
you won’t choose
I choose now
I walk away from your threat
another tells me to visit
and talk about her dead
she has refused to talk about
my dead
to me
for five years
how can she ask me
to talk about hers?
I walk away
kicking the falling leaves
I carry each of you
in my heart
as the space between us
widens
For Mindlove’sMisery’s Sunday Writing Prompt #288.
Over the Rhine: All of my favorite people.
I took this in 2011, as a Mad as Hell Doctor, traveling around California talking about single payer.
We are losing more and more physicians. Our three counties, 450,000 people, are down from 8 neurologists ten years ago, to 2. The last one standing in the county of 350,000 says that he is really tired.
Single payer, medicare for all….. because I dream of other countries, civilized countries, countries where there is one set of rules, I can take care of any person who comes to me, I know what is covered and what is not, and I actually get paid….
For the Daily Prompt: cloaked.
For Thursday Doors.
This is for photrablogger’s Mundane Monday #129.
We were two of the three first responders to a house fire across the street and two doors down two weekends ago. The house was an inferno when we got there. Both the resident and two cats got out. The fire was in the morning. We returned in the evening and walked around. It is terrifying to see what melts, what explodes, how fast the destruction can happen.
And sending love to the injured and lost in Las Vegas and still thinking of all of the hurricane victims.
I wish today were mundane.
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