It is Time

* Now we have snipers killing police officers during a peaceful demonstration in Dallas and two more black men killed by police. We need to stop this madness.

For the most part, I don’t spend time in this space writing about political or social matters. I write poetry.

But this last slaughter of innocents in Orlando has pushed me to the point that I need to express my horror and frustration at the gun violence escalating in our country.

From Columbine to Newtown to Charleston and now Orlando – not to mention the day to day slaughter in Chicago and the underlying racism associated with the response or lack of. Apparently it doesn’t matter as long as black children are killing other black children. There doesn’t seem to be the will or heart to find a solution to that.

All of these situations have a common denominator – GUNS.

It IS the readily available, legal guns killing our children, our mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, friends and coworkers. And the idea that more guns are going to make us safer is one of the most ludicrous arguments ever fomented.

NO, I do NOT feel safer knowing everyone I come in contact with could be armed and every situation I encounter has the potential to escalate into violence and potential death.

Any fender bender in the grocery parking lot, a sudden stop on the road, a remark misconstrued, an innocent look taken the wrong way – all of these situations that may have been unpleasant or shrugged off, now has the real concern that the other person may be carrying a weapon and will do me harm. Not to mention just putting gas in the car, walking across a store parking lot or working in an office or at an office holiday party – all of these places can be ‘just the wrong place at the wrong time’.

A small group of radicals have fed the country an outrageous story that the Second Amendment of the Constitution means guns for all, no matter who and no matter what.  And that is just not the case. Instead, the laxity of gun laws and the accessibility of assault weapons has helped arm mentally ill people, domestic violence offenders, drug lords, gangs, and terrorists. It is hurting our citizens and our country and not making us safer.

We are not better off when everyone is armed – this is not the Wild West. Even the old cowboys stories show the marshal demanding the guns be turned into his office to make the town safe for everyone.

We must demand gun control, an outright ban of assault weapons, a rescinding of conceal carry laws, an enforceable permit structure. And I am not saying that all guns should be banned – but there is a limit to what is good and necessary for self protection and hunting.


It is time to change – it is time to stop gun violence – it is time.


How Can I

How can I speak?
How can my voice be heard
as I sit far away from that room
filled with bodies
the smell of fear and gunpowder
still lingering in the air?

I sit-
and weep for the dead children.
I sit-
and weep for the arms no longer holding their own.
I sit
and weep
for the brothers and sisters
fathers and mothers
friends and lovers
each one loved and filled with so much life
until ……..

How can I speak of such things?
How can my voice be heard?

How can I not?

A Sunday Afternoon in the May Garden

May Garden 2 5 18, 2014

foxglove May 2014

Faerie glade 2014

Dragonfly garden 5-18-14

May afternoon in the garden

The garden has a mind of its own this year – the columbine are a jungle of colorful blooms and lush green foliage – some have grown almost waist high!

The small dogwood trees are doing a great job of filling out and shading all the other plants. After losing our big saw tooth oak tree a couple of years ago, shade has been sorely missed and the garden suffered a bit because of it.

But now all is shady and cool and filled with chipmunk trails and faerie glades. Not too much rabbit damage this year. The hungry vixen has taken down that population to feed her kits. She and I came face to face this weekend. I was filling the hummingbird feeders early Saturday morning, when she popped over the rock ledge. Startled us both, but it was wonderful to see her and her foxy beauty – lean, with a gorgeous red coat. She trotted to the edge of the yard and went back to her den. Hope that she and her family will make this their permanent residence for a while.

The foxglove are blooming and the astilbe are beginning to fill out. The hosta look happy for the shade of the little trees. I will let the columbine seed pods dry and then harvest the seeds to share with friends and family.

I love sitting in the garden – watching the birds and the insects – the bumble bees are as busy as ever. The sound of the waterfall, rustling of leaves, dappled sun bouncing over the flowers – a soothing and relaxing space – filling my heart with spring.

I hope you have a quiet green space to visit and enjoy – and your heart is filled with spring too!

A walk in the May garden

Herons garden in May 2014

hanging garden

pinks in may 2014

Iris in May 2014

Garden in May 2014

Ahhh – the garden is filled with color and the bees busy at their tasks. Our iris have begun to bloom sending the old fashioned flags above the garden, stately with their strapping green leaves.

Iris always remind me of my grandmother, Albertine Nettie Savage Gresham, Teeney for short and Mam Ma to her grandchildren. She had iris on the slope of her yard in Waco, TX. The night air in May was filled with their fragrance. And they always seem to look like older ladies to me – with colorful scarves covering their well coiffed hair and smelling of sweet floral perfumes and powders.

The fringed pinks are blooming too – their scent of clove and spice mixing with the sweetness of the iris.

Our columbine are beginning to show signs of going to seed – their season is never long enough. And when they go to seed, my garden does too, until the husks are dry enough to harvest seed for friends and family and to broadcast the next generations into the garden. Then the dry stalks can be cut back to make way for summer flowers.

The heron watches over the pollywogs – will soon have tiny frogs to contend with along the path. Water brings its own magic into the May garden.

Hope you can find a little garden magic too.