I could no longer read in those days of the impossible

as the disease leaked through his body like a sieve. The

journeys south to Seattle, the trips north across the border

to British Columbia for some non-FDA approved harsh

treatment.  I drove through rain and sunbreaks, sat in

crowded waiting rooms,  knitting or picking cat hair off my

clothing.  There is no hope but he pretended.  Today I plant

forget-me-nots on his grave.  This endless earth cycle

where earthworms wait.

 

Spring equinox holds

a cupful of daffodil sunshine.

I plant forget-me-nots

on his grave.

All roads lead deep

beneath soil and grass

where earthworms wait.

C.J. Prince

©2017

 

Such a hubbub today.  Shock and outrage over an old story, perhaps dismissed by purveyors of fake news.  Shift the focus.  Wag the dog.

Glenn Greenwald told the whole story some time ago after intense, cautious and responsible journalism.

I will not take time to rant.  Just get a grip.  Television is rarely a place to seek truth.  The core values of journalism are mucked about and we must be responsible to find the bigger picture.  Go back a few years and read this book.

Take a deep breath, and question everything.

Happy International Women’s Day