In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We … Continue reading In Flanders Fields
Breathe…breathe in the air. Don’t be afraid to care. Leave…but do not leave me. Look around and choose your own ground. Long you live and high you will fly. And, smiles you will give… And, tears you will cry… And, … Continue reading Breathe
Weeping Winds “Oh! Cold March winds your cruel laments… Are hard on prisoners’ hearts, For you bring my mother’s pleading cries From whom I have to part. I hear her weeping lonely sobs Her sorrows sweep me by, And in … Continue reading …Bobby Sands
I read the papers, I unfold them and examine them in the sunlight. The way the red mortars, in photographs, arc down into the neighborhoods like stars, the way death combs everything into a gray rubble before the camera moves … Continue reading Every Morning…Mary Oliver
Two days after my 45th birthday. On Friday, January the 13th, 2012, my grandmother passed away. Surrounding her on the 11th, had been a roomful of… mourners. Nine or so family members gazing lovingly into her closed and slightly … Continue reading Cycle of Abuse: the Matriarch/Part Two
