"and the knowing what not to say / when politics and friendship collide" I remember when most of us didn't give a hot damn about politics... long before social media, invading our lives at such an unbearable degree, turning me into an anarchist by the day, and turning me off so many people that I never knew were such know-it-all pricks!
The unfortunate state of the world - “the knowing what not to say
when politics and friendship collides.”
Thanks, Stan -- alas, yes
Some poetry sticks in throat making it hard to even sip water. This is so lovely yet painful.
Thanks, Patris -- a shot of whisky helps sometimes
Two of my favorite smells: whiskey and cigarettes.
So much pain in our nations past - The Dakota, Lakota, The Sioux - felt it here.
Thank you, Aaron -- I appreciate your zeroing in on that
A beautiful poem for our times.
Thank you, Monica
I love hearing you read. The chirping birds are a lovely addition.
Thanks for reading and listening, Emily
These lines may find their ways into my list of playlist titles:
to the music of regrets
merging into a melody
of love’s momentous consolation
Thank you, Jason
"and the knowing what not to say / when politics and friendship collide" I remember when most of us didn't give a hot damn about politics... long before social media, invading our lives at such an unbearable degree, turning me into an anarchist by the day, and turning me off so many people that I never knew were such know-it-all pricks!