a nursery rhyme for violent times
hack and kill a poem by punkie Hack and Kill went up the hill To see whom they might slaughter. Just for kicks they fired their…
hack and kill a poem by punkie Hack and Kill went up the hill To see whom they might slaughter. Just for kicks they fired their…
I spent a month un-publishing hundreds of blog posts, videos, images, and poems born from my core. Why? Because a few people who wield a little power fear slivers of the truth I…
quarantine a short poem by punkie quarantine fearful others choke and smother the right to seek and find destroy fine art and break our hearts with…
Yesterday just after sunset the horizon was mix of black and blue, silhouetted trees, fading light and the promise of tomorrow. Last night the moon shone through my window and…
More on Chris (who is from Nanton, Alberta, Canada) here: Reality check. No Arms. No Legs. No Worries. No Arms & Amazing A Tribute to Stacey McInroe…
Of these four, which one doesn’t fit: rug, egg, drum, sex? I remember the question. I remember the answer. But I’ll be damned if I remember the rest of the…
My cousin Catherine was born with a heart defect. She began having (then-experimental) surgeries to correct it at the age of two. She had many such surgeries and spent countless…
My Mom, Patti, soon to be eighty-five and in the advanced stages of Alzheimer’s disease, can’t really carry on a “sensible” conversation anymore. Mom’s friend Gaby is ninety-seven. While Mom…
“DITTO!” was all it took to bring tears to me eyes. You wouldn’t think one word at the end of a tweet from someone you don’t “know,” retweeted by someone…
I recently returned to my meditation practice with Oprah and Deepak Chopra’s 21-day Meditation Challenge, Miraculous Relationships!, of which today is Day 16. While there are only five more days…