Archive | January 2023

The dreaded shave

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Losing my hair to chemo was traumatic

It’s not natural to lose your hair in clumps

To see it fall out in the shower in large amounts 

To see it thinning day after day 

Losing your hair to chemo does not happen naturally

Does not happen gradually 

My hairdresser gave me a pixie cut to postpone the inevitable 

It worked for two or three days

But even short hair falls out 

You keep seeing it on the shower floor and 

In your hands when you run your finger through your hair

It’s distressing to say the least

You wonder if and when you have to ask for the dreaded shave

But at a certain point

That’s preferable to seeing hair fall out continually

January 9th, 2021

Unimaginable

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Young lives snuffed out too early
Sacrificed to maintain the status quo
Unimaginable
Yet possible
Justice turned rogue
Humanity forgotten
No, pommeled, crushed and destroyed!

January 7h, 2023

for the youth unjustly executed in Iran 

They persist

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I look and listen from a distance

And see a nation in turmoil and pain

People asking for justice and equality

Asking for a normal and acceptable quality of life

But change does not come easily

There is always resistance and pushback

Nevertheless the clock cannot be turned back

People are no longer content with the status quo

They continue to speak up 

Despite the crackdowns

Despite the threats

Despite the imprisonments

And despite the executions

I admire the strength and courage 

Of my countrymen and women

I worry for their safety and security

And I look forward to the day 

When their sacrifices will have paid off

And peace and security and equality prevails

January 6th, 2023

For the courageous people of Iran

I miss me

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When I don’t write, I’m not me

Writing has become such a big part of me

When I don’t write something is wrong

When I feel good, I write quickly

Words flow

Ideas are there, no hesitation

The page is filled in a few minutes

And I’ve said my piece

When I don’t open my notebook

And if I do, words trickle down ever so slowly

I miss being me

January 4th, 2023