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Congruity, Incongruity, and the Gun

Posted in humor, inspiration, tagged , , , , on February 24, 2022| Leave a Comment »

gun

“Why ban guns? Let’s give everyone rocket launchers! What could possibly go wrong?”
(Oliver Markus Malloy)

This past week on President’s Day my husband found an ad in his email, in honor of the holiday. A huge gun sale! He played out the scenario. And made the sale a special honor for Lincoln, Garfield, and Kennedy.”

Unfortunately, not everyone would catch the incongruity. Celebrating assassinations, murders, during a gun sale.

Who doesn’t need a Glock to safely visit the grocery store and the bank? Maybe there could be a problem with the bank. Even without a mask.

Many people feel lost without their cell phones. Perhaps the gun owner becomes anxious if he leaves his 44 on the bathroom floor before he leaves for the airport. I’ve never done a survey. I don’t plan to get close enough.

How can you tell the difference between the good killer and the bad killer? A double-yellow line on the main drag is meant to be a suggestion. Everyone knows that.

When you own a gun, you make the rules. We need more good guys making the rules.

Congruity. Con, meaning against. Grew, the past tense of growing. Yeah, right.

Peace and pieces. Everyone has an opinion.

Let’s celebrate the next holiday. With whoever is left on the planet.

 

illustration made from domain-free images, pastels, and cut paper.

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I’ll Get Up In A Minute

Posted in inspiration, tagged , , , , , , , , on February 18, 2022| 1 Comment »

winter solstice with background

To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist. That is all. (Oscar Wilde)

 I’ll get up in a minute.

Or two, or three, or… A minute has been redefined. It has been carved from the clock and thrown into infinity. And no longer has meaning.

A line of pink appears on the horizon. Then two more. Parallel stripes. They don’t stay. Like the existence that passes before this old body faces the day.

I toss blankets aside. The weight of my past had been keeping me down, pressing into my dreams.

The pink in the sky has already faded. Its beauty passes. Nevertheless, another day begins. Another chance to grab the dark, the light, and the unexpected. Then create with each possibility. 

 

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Gratitude, Packed Ice-thick

Posted in inspiration, tagged , , , , , on February 10, 2022| 2 Comments »

ice-covered branch

Being grateful does not mean that everything is necessarily good. It just means that you can accept it as a gift. (Roy T. Bennett)


 Ice and sun create art on the bare trees in our back yard. I can’t say the same thing about the street. And I live between the two. Both real.

 One side flashes beauty, the other danger.

 One neighbor comes from close by. Another friend trudges on foot from several miles away.

 They stab the ice and win, saving two elderly people.

 And the street waits for help. It will come. But the sun has already joined two places with a thing called love.

 I answer with a thing called gratitude.

 

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Should, Should, and More Should

Posted in inspiration, tagged , , , , , , , , , , on February 3, 2022| Leave a Comment » 












There is no way you should feel, there is only the way you feel. 
(Akiroq Brost)



How easy it would be if life
could be explained in a word
or two, if should transferred
into reality the way words fit
on a page. In blocks. At least

my mother believed it. She
made sure I recited rules in
perfect cadence. Know the
answer without studying any
questions. Feelings had no


place outside a prayer book.
Strange. Now, I wish I could
reverse roles. Hold her hand
and tell her that I understand
why her care arrived broken.

              Mom, years before you died, 
                                             I told you I loved you.
                                                             You didn’t know what to say.
                                                                                        But you heard my voice.

And I stepped outside the rigorous
                  lines set by 
                            impossible perfection.

I look into the sky now
                        and find more colors
                                         than blue, white, and black. 

And I wish that I had found
                             rainbow memories inside you.
                                         I know they are there. Even now.



					
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