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I don’t understand trolls or bullies 

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I don’t understand

The drive for savage cruelty 

Life’s brutal enough 

Internet trolls puzzle me greatly. What do they seem to accomplish? What is their goal? It just seems so much easier to build others up than tear them down. 

Exploring Sandra Bacchi’s “Watermelons Are Not Strawberries”

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Sandra Bacchi, a Pittsburgh based photographer and cinematographer I discovered via Edge of Humanity Magazine. Her current project, “Watermelons Are Not Strawberries” stuns me with its beauty.

‘Watermelons Are Not Strawberries’ is a work-in-progress, as I continually seek to better understand myself and increase my awareness of how I react to challenges related to my experiences as a mother. The photos reveal to me how uncertain and obscure my life became with motherhood. At the same time, there is an undeniable clarity in how my daughters lead the way for me to follow a brighter path as I journey through my everyday life.

My favorite image from this collection. I adore how the girl’s dress blends so well with the tree’s summer-lit leaves.

 

Also check out We Are All In This Together, another of her collections.

I’m experimenting with sharing more than just my poetry. There are so many beautiful things out there which I desire to share. Our world, so filled with ugliness and rage, needs to see more beauty. 

Wishing each of you a refreshing and recharging weekend. 

The Freshman Suicide

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A freshman committed
Suicide 
Died last night,
I hear the wail
Of robbed potential,
The silent home
A room, empty,
Where homework 
Should be studied,
Driving lessons 
Rehashed,
Proms planned, 
Eventually weddings, childbirth 
Joyful transition 
Parent
To grandparent,
Planning OUR funerals,
Not of a child. 
Funerals for children 
Brutal
Life is fragile. 

On  Writing 

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I entertained other paths

Other work
But this remains strong 

I guess I cannot
Escape
Thus I should
Surrender
Into,
Then through,
My fear

Only I shall remain