I spent yesterday updating my blog and finishing the preliminary layout for a section of the next book, so I didn’t write yesterday. I was at it first thing this morning, though…
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Grey Mondays (a poem)
Cool and cloudy this Monday morning…
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The lesser of two evils (a poem)
Every time I see somebody advocating voting for ‘the lesser of two evils’—especially when it is followed by a statement of helplessness—I get angry. Regardless of which candidate you like in this (or any other) election, the whole point of voting is to elect the best person for the job. If you think Candidate A is the best person, you vote for Candidate A. If you think it’s Candidate B, C, or D, you vote for that person. Or maybe you write in the name of someone you think is qualified, but is not otherwise on the ballot—that’s why that space is there.
Instead, what keeps happening is that people figuratively hold their noses and literally vote for Candidate A because Candidate A is not Candidate B. ‘The lesser of two evils is still less evil’, they say. Guess what? If that is the rationale, then evil has already won, even if Candidate A wins. And this keeps happening because The Establishment, let’s call them, have, through faulty logic and sheer repetition, convinced people that things cannot work any other way, that voting their conscience will result in the ‘more evil’ candidate winning—thereby ending democracy as we know it.
The problem with this is that we are not going to get the government we want if we keep compromising this way. It doesn’t work well in everyday life (I’m living proof of this)—so how can it work when it comes to voting?
My two bits: vote your conscience.
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Untitled ekphrastic (a poem)
Written after seeing a painting of baby shoes on a pink background. Unfortunately, I know neither the title nor the name of the artist…
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Happy places (a poem)
Not much happening yesterday—and I am not a fan of the phrase ‘happy place’…
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About the unwritten letter (a poem)
I almost didn’t get to writing anything yesterday…
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Baxter Vaughan’s clock (a poem)
This name just popped into my head last night, so I wrote it down…
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Sneezefest (a poem)
Yesterday was a day of constant sneezing, despite a low pollen count. I can’t tell you how many t-shirts, handkerchiefs, and hand towels I went through during the day—I totally lost count. It made for a weird night’s sleep, too, turning it into more of a series of naps. Fortunately, it seems to have passed—for now.
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A partial list of bad things (a poem)
My verbless poem challenge feels extra challenging today, so this one is a list poem. …
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