Another challenging piece to experience. Thank you for providing us a safe space to experience it, as we try (and fail) to sufficiently process what is happening -- eternally and everywhere -- in our fragile world. 🙏🏻💜
Very true. We don't think it can happen here, but it will. This is why I'm working to get some land in Alaska, hopefully achieving such before it comes. Tucked away in the trees, my stories continuing on, to be read once the dust settles.
Haunting. We are not strangers. It is on our shores. Innocents lost in classrooms are signals of the pending tsunami. Political rhetoric, disinformation and the economic incentives of a military complex swamps policy and drowns reconciliation processes condemning us to repeat history.
Thank you, Amy.
Powerful.
'And livestream to followers' sent a chill theough me
A gut punch, Amy, in the best sense. Thanks for sharing this.
Another challenging piece to experience. Thank you for providing us a safe space to experience it, as we try (and fail) to sufficiently process what is happening -- eternally and everywhere -- in our fragile world. 🙏🏻💜
Poetry is the liminal transmission of the unspeakable, the unknowable, the unthinkable, the unrecognizable.
Madness is hard to frame literally and my words have retreated to poetry too.
We can only hope it gets through.
Gut wrenching! And beautiful. I’ve been so disturbed by the images and worse, by the casual shrugging of so many... we’re so lost. Thanks for sharing.
Very true. We don't think it can happen here, but it will. This is why I'm working to get some land in Alaska, hopefully achieving such before it comes. Tucked away in the trees, my stories continuing on, to be read once the dust settles.
Haunting. We are not strangers. It is on our shores. Innocents lost in classrooms are signals of the pending tsunami. Political rhetoric, disinformation and the economic incentives of a military complex swamps policy and drowns reconciliation processes condemning us to repeat history.