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Sunday, November 20, 2022

BOBBLE-HEAD BOEBERT

 

Colorado Republican Congresswoman Lauren Boebert 
on the massacre of gays gunned down in Colorado Springs on 20 November 2022: 
"The news out of Colorado Springs is absolutely awful.

"This morning the victims and their families are in my prayers.

"This lawless violence needs to end and end quickly."






Entire internet tells Lauren Boebert to sit the f*ck down after she tweets about Colorado Springs shooting (msn.com)


Tuesday, November 1, 2022

THE MUSIC ROOM



The mechanical silence of the piano--
Standing where you breathed and sang
And filled the room with life and feeling,
Warm as the sunlight in the leaves
That stained the window yellow and green,
Strong as the beating of my pulse. . . .

Dead space where once someone I loved
Stood at the window, then moved to touch me--
An empty room, a strange place now,
The dusty loft of a deserted church.

Outside the window a car passes.
Pressing the pavement, the tires hiss.
Outside is another country
Where strolling couples meet and kiss.

Trapped in a mirror, my distorted face
Gasps soundlessly, without air, without space.



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