Kieran Shea is always a joy to publish because of his unique perspectives and professionalism. His latest "The Way Of Our Now" is available to read at the BEAT to a PULP webzine.
Sunday, December 13, 2020
Tuesday, December 8, 2020
Sunday, December 6, 2020
Some good news around here that I could definitely use. My 14th poem, "Sandpiper," will be published by Live Nude Poems in the near future. Thanks to exceptional editors Rusty Barnes and Heather Sullivan for having me back. My last poem to appear on their site was "The Inconsiderate."
Wednesday, December 2, 2020
At one point this afternoon, the deaths from COVID were counting at 272,479.
At one point this afternoon, my Aunt Pat died.
The number, as I write this now in the evening, has jumped to 273,170
Deaths so far today, 2,528
I'm devastated. I'm angry.
I look to a favorite poet for solace, when Maya Angelou had said: "I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel."
Aunt Pat will be remembered for making others feel joy and warmth, to feel special and always welcome. She had a beauty inside and out that reflected onto those around her. One thing she once said has stuck with me for many, many years now, when a family visit came to end and we were parting ways for another extended period of time, she threw a hand back with flourish and dramatically, but gracefully, said, "Until we meet again." Yes, Aunt Pat, bless you, and 'Until we meet again.' Rest in peace.