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A time for remembering
a time for dreaming
A time for reflecting
a time for giving

A season of joy
a season of sadness
A season of cohesion
a season of aloneness

Whether bitter cold
whether the dead of summer
Whether it’s Yuletide blessings
whether it’s Hanukkah celebrations

Out of sorrow comes acceptance
out of grief comes understanding
Out of sacrifice comes enlightenment
out of anger comes perception

To touch is to care
to hold is to love
To breath is to exist
to think is to be human

In our humanity may we find joy, understanding and enlightenment. May we know love and show care. May we accept that we are different, may we revel in those differences. May we inspire harmony and shun hatred. May we always remember that we – are – human.

💙 Merry Christmas 💙

You have long ago
gone to find your sleep
The hours have passed
onto the next days morn

Yet still I sit awake
alone in my chair
My heart yearns to feel
you next to me here

Night time is dwindling
the horizon’s alight
With dawn’s earliest warmth
yet I reside here in darkness –

Without you by my side.

Very happy to announce I have been offered and signed a contract with Prolific Pulse Press LLC and editor Lisa Tomey-Zonneveld for publication of my poetry chapbook, Reflections of a Woman’s Life, set to be published in early 2026!! Thank you Lisa and Prolific Pulse Press!

https://www.prolificpulse.com/

I’m very pleased to announce the acceptance of my poem, “The Trip,” for publishing by Spillwords Press and Chief Editor Dagmara K.!!

“The Trip” is scheduled for publication on 12/10/25 at 1:30am Eastern Time (ET). Once it’s live, you can access it through this link:

https://spillwords.com/the-trip/

Thank you for your support and encouragement Spillwords Press and especially, Dagmara K.!

Wait he said
until I’m free
He did not know when
or if it’d ever be

My tree stands regal
in the dark
alone

It’s twinkling lights
cast arcing rainbows
about

A lovely red skirt
wraps around its trunk
barren

A faux tree this one
not like my trees
before

The golden glow on top
warms the small room
coldly

I sit and stare
upon its lonely beauty
contemplating

Beautiful would it still be
if no eyes ever made that
decree?

Bottom feeders do not know
that they are in fact
bottom feeders

Having been born
into that station in life
they know no other way to be

Eating excrement daily
is a daily thing no more abhorrent
than steak to a carnivore

In the rare instance a bottom feeder
is hooked by a hungry fisherman
it is tossed quickly away in disgust

Unless of course
that hungry fisherman
is more than just hungry

Should the fisherman
perched high upon his watercraft
find himself starving and weak

Then that which was deemed
disgusting to purview previously
now becomes appetizing and appealing

The fisherman eats his fill
until sated and then
discarding the leftovers –

they sink in pieces
back to the bottom
once again

What you have wrought
upon this Earth –
upon me
is blasphemy!

Look what you have
done to my children,
my flowers, my trees,
my creatures!

To you have I given
a paradise never such
as seen before anywhere,
on any planet!

To me you have laid waste
my lands, my soil and air
without regard and unbelievably,
without care!

I am sorry my loves, vegetation all,
the four legged, the no legs,
the warm and cold blooded
– I am done!