The Women’s March an act of Civil Disobedience

Women's March, Eugene, Oregon 2017 Women's March, March, injustice, equality, equal

The Women’s March an act of Civil Disobedience In response to slavery and the Mexican–American War Henry David Thoreau suggested that individuals should not permit governments to overrule or atrophy their consciences, and that they have a duty to avoid allowing such acquiescence to enable the government to make them the agents of injustice. He called this…

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Her happiness 

and then it struck me… As she was leaving for work, the day after Christmas, she didn’t stress through the holidays because she was angry or upset with anyone. She had an overwhelming need to make sure everyone else was happy at the expense of her own happiness and it made me love her more…

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The storm 

I’m a ship without a rutter No purpose in sight  No port to call home Praying to the gods of ocean tides to bring me home Home? A ship lost in the storm has no safe haven Not even in the strongest sailors survive the cold at the depths of the sea That coldness is…

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Won’t you?

Tanis Justice, poet, photographer, writer, author

Looking up searching for answers I taste the tears of heaver The rain My pain It exists in my mind The stories I tell myself Leis I need to stop looking for answers outside Everything I need is inside I need to sit Silence Let my mind heal Learning to love You and myself all over…

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Is Love

5:20 AMTracy Chapman Overthinking  Baby can I hold you… My bed is so far away  The only real sounds in the house are the loud ceiling fan and the ice maker reminding me Again and again A fading picture  A coin never tossed An X on a map never discovered  The secrets we only share…

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On writers block…

Yeah, it’s happened.  I miss my kids. I miss my vision of what I thought everything is and by fault but my own brain I feel alone a lot. It’s not because I’m alone or lonely. It’s the writers block. When I can’t write I feel alone. It’s not Carrie for those wondering. Even though…

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Daydreaming at Night 

We’re so fucked up You and me Our common ground is met over two lives divided Both survivors of loveless people  Maybe it’s why we adore each other so deeply  Maybe it’s what causes the great devide that separates us when things are hard Maybe it’s what keeps us grounded  and doesn’t let us dive…

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The silence of falling snow

Sunday morning Sitting at the edge of my bed Hands fold in my lap and then covering my eyes  Like the rain outside my tears fall into my lap  On to my notebook Smudging my words like twisted memories I want to understand I want to see things through your eyes but you won’t tell…

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