My vote is my privilege, my duty, my right. I need not be a man, or wealthy, or white. I just need to think and show up in November. It was not always this way. I vote. I remember.
**Trigger warning: Sexual assault** “I Said Nothing”. Poem by Amanda Valerie Judd. Performed by Sue Cook. Directed and Edited by Rita Mock-Pike for the MockingOwl Roost. […]
The skies are our seas now, with no grasp of Earth that we canna plunder. Shudder in your bed ye landlubbers! You call us pirates, but we are ghosts, ghouls, bodysnatchers, aliens.
I cried to the moon goddess, Nyx, as the night began to wane.
“Goddess can you hear me?
The night is cold, and I need a guide —
One who will fill the path with light and power.”
A Bountiful Silence enables the reader to become deeply involved with Muro’s poetry to the point where, regardless of the trials of their day, the vibrant intensity of his words helps them to focus on the beauty around them. God knows we need that right now!
Once a year we cheer this fear and get our fill, each chill a thrill. We’re children still down deep inside where we must hide from guts and gore galore.