A lot of fabric
sit on sewing machines
Now they are purses
13 Jan
show me your wrist
a police officer. to serve and protect.
yeah right. not in egypt they don’t.
last night, an officer gets on a train and makes the passengers reveal their right wrist. at gun point. the very gun that’s supposed to protect the passengers from perpetrators.
why the right wrist//? because the coptic christians have a green crucifix tatooed on their right wrist. easy for the officer to distinquish the copts from the muslims. he found five of them. shot them all. killed one, a seventy one year old man. the rest are in critical condition.
let us pray that the doctors and nurses at the hospital do not follow this officer’s work ethics.
just makes me sick.
13 Jan
I sit here in pain
I didn’t even know coach Lynn. She was a woman who was loved by all. She had this radiant smile that was simply contagious.
She died. In a tragic car crash. By a semi she didn’t see. On her way to a swim meet. Something she had always done for over 40 years. Something she loved doing. Something she was great at.
Yesterday was the first time all the team members met for practice. I thought i was lucky to be too sick to take simon to practice. Because i knew that it was going to be painful for everyone. Painful for me to watch the pain.
Lo, today, i took simon to practice. I walked in and stared at her empty chair, where she usually sits after practice. “I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry.” I foolishly try convincing myself that i didn’t know her so therefore, i won’t cry. I walked into the pool area to hug a friend for her birthday. She was close to coach Lynn. I foolishly tried to convince myself that the hugs were birthday hugs. Silly me.
I walked into her office, staring at the chair. The swim coordinator, who was always in the office, was there. I simply gave her a hug. Then i gave simon’s coach a hug.
Then the pain began. Tears rolled down my face as i watched the pain on their faces.
Coach Lynn, you are loved and will be missed.
The children look sad as they practice…still, they practice. The team must go on. Her legacy continues, even with just her spirit near the pool, smiling that radiant smile of hers.
5 Oct
Haiku: advice
A good listening ear
only listens to a friend’s pain
the lips, ceases to give any advice
***Daily Writing Prompt***
2 Oct
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28 Sep
Found new lyrics website
It is a rare occasion when I end up finding a website that I like. I had been searching for lyrics for song from the 1976 top 100 hit list. Each and every song I searched for was found!
Check out Lyrics Freak.
27 Sep
A head cold, a poem
A head cold, a poemA head cold!
Oh, it hurts my exploding nose.
Neck’s itching while there’s a constant thumping of my head.
Ears ring as I continually wipe my eyes, squirting like a leaky hose.
Is it at all possible to never get out of bed?
***None of the writing prompts piqued my interest so I wrote about how I am feeling at the moment. UGH!!!***
26 Sep
Prompt: barter
You call that a barter? For my cat?
Please leave me alone.
What possessed you to ask for that?
I’d rather pass a stone.
