Lights move, Left, right, Flowing across screen, deceptivelyPage-like. Words of greetings, newsOf friends, whether across the wallOr apart by hemisphere. Urgency. A dance Based on money’sSong.
Energy I waste. Second guessing my past acts. Tormenting my rest.
Paralyze my forward motion. Continuously reviewed; my past. Parse, tear apart, drift away my focusFrom now, here. Unwilling to be wrong?High standards gone awry? Or just internal schadenfreude? A delight in my own misery. Always my past, Drug forth, tortured. Each fault extractedMy anguish revisited;Reborn.
Gaza is erupting into conflict, and my Twitter feed rolls along, snippets hitting every second. I have connections on both sides. One twitter friend in particular is making a point to retweet both sides of this conflict. That morphed into an idea. This idea: a project capturing the myriad sides to a conflict, whether violent, Read More …