You pen a multitude of thoughts in so few lines. Life is for caring and sharing, not easing ones own discomforts.
Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)
Reviewed on June 5, 2011
Your poem is an indictment of our callous, materialistic society where we are mere economic units. In more enlightened societies the term "elder" is a sign of respect and the elders are not seen as "void of color, blackened petals", rather the opposite. It is refreshing to see this societal scandal being highlighted in your poem.
I was just talking to my husband about the very issue you wrote about. In days gone by, people in general used to keep their aged relatives living with them (not dumping them in a nursing home) and revered them for their advanced wisdom. Now, the government has decided that the older folks and the sicker ones are "throw away citizens", denying them medicine to live to a ripe, old age. Who will be there for the younger generation when they need the wisdom of an old soul that can guide them and direct them through their problems? Thanks for sharing, Joy L. Hale
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on June 5, 2011
I could be wrong (heaven's forbid), but I think the throwing away of old folks as non-useful citizens have pretty much been in every culture. Off the top of my head I can't recall a culture who championed their old ones. I'm old and I damn sure feel un-championed, especially the last two years with no cost of living adjustment in the social security checks. Course that's just me complaining . . .
Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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