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First Monday in February

Monday Morning Musings

First Monday in February

“February. Get ink and weep,
then of that sobbing February write.”
–Boris Pasternak, “February”

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February, the snow moon glides
across the sky,
a gleam of light gilds
snow and ice
kintsugi on a porcelain plate

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but is there enough beauty
to heal this fractured world?

Too many dead,
one bunny-hatted boy released.

How can one winter last a year?
We yearn for spring.

Groundhogs burrow, hide
from the dogs.

We light candles, light candles,
light candles,

create a thousand points of light,

yet through the susurration, wind and trees,
we hear the Snow Moon’s fierce humming,
then her sigh.

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Hello again! How is every week a year? (See, Fulton County, arrests of [Black] journalists, continuing ICE action, and more measles epidemics just to start.) Will we ever see all the Epstein files released. We know the current resident of the White House is involved. One piece of good news was Liam Ramos, the little boy with the blue bunny hat and his father were released from their illegal detention.

It’s been very cold here,

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and the snow that fell last weekend has not melted. I’m missing my walks, and I have had to rely on “indoor walkies”—where I jog in our kitchen while watching or listening to something, as well as strength training, which I do most days, not that you care, 😉 Our street is still not in great shape, and the battlefield park has been closed all week. I suppose the sidewalks there must be very icy. Tomorrow the temperature may finally go above freezing!

The cold weather has been good for staying in and reading. These are some of the books I’ve read recently. Now I’m rereading Something Wicked This Way Comes for a book club. I didn’t remember the book, which I remember I read when I was in my teens, except that there’s a carnival involved. I’m only about a quarter of the way in, and while I admire Bradbury’s dark, poetic prose–and Shakespearean title–it’s a very unsettling book.

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We finished All Creatures Great and Small. I might have cried during the last episode of the season. I had suggested going out to a movie on Saturday, but it seemed like too much effort. Instead, we streamed Sentimental Value. I enjoyed it very much. It’s another Merril movie, more talk than action. We had also both really liked, The Worst Person in the World, by the same director, Joachim Trier and also starring Renate Reinsve. Sentimental Value also stars Stellan Skarsgård and Elle Fanning.

And something that cheered us up yesterday–FaceTiming and seeing our almost one-year-old granddaughter eating spaghetti! 😂

So, the cold has not helped moods or getting out. But aren’t the people of Minneapolis wonderful? They don’t let the cold stop them! We did our own small part yesterday at the local weekly protest, “Solidarity Sundays,” in support of immigrants. Lots of honks in support; a few ignorant comments. One guy called us a bunch of “faggots”—there’s a man who needs therapy. I don’t think my husband did well with standing out in the cold. He’s still sniffling and blowing his nose.

I also did a “social banking” night with Red, Wine, and Blue. I go to bed very early, so it was late screen time for me, but what we did was amplify some Instagram posts. They supplied the links. Will it do any good? Who knows? But I’m willing to try. They’re doing another one for Springfield, OH on Feb. 4, and there are also some other virtual meetings.

On the probably upcoming action in Springfield, I suggest this essay by Timothy Snyder, “Ethnic Cleansing in Ohio?” In it, he traces the current VP’s lies and connections to Nazi groups and ideology. Professor Synder is an expert of fascism and authoritarian regimes, and he grew up in the Springfield, OH area.

We are beyond Democrats and Republicans; you are either on the side of people who support rapists, pedophiles, and White supremacy, or you are against it. I think of people in Nazi Germany who thought of themselves as “good people.” They loved their children, took care of their families, and stood silently while their neighbors were taken away and killed. Don’t be one of those people.

The next nation-wide NO KINGS protest is planned for March 28, 2026.

Look for the helpers and be one if you can.

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Concocting Dreams

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Joan Brull, Dream, c. 1905

Concocting Dreams

I’ve dreamt poems
swift-shifting, scrolling black
letters on a page–

reading them,
as I dissolve into a room,
a meadow

where I am the azure sky,
an orchard ripe with golden apples,
the sweep of surf kissing sand,
and me—

last night, I dreamt of cooking,
layering, folding, rolling,
bread dough, spinach, the tang of mustard–

showing, telling—
like a poem

sustenance for the soul.

A poem for dVerse, where we were asked to write about dreams. I have dreamt entire poems, though I don’t usually remember them. And this morning, I did wake from a dream where I was cooking and explaining to someone how to make whatever it was that I was making. Some sort of brunch dish, I think. In the dreams I remember, I often know I’m dreaming, and sometimes they’re funny (even in this current climate).

It Happened (Light a Candle)

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It Happened (Light a Candle)

“It happened, therefore it can happen again: this is the core of what we have to say. It can happen, and it can happen everywhere.”
–Primo Levi (1986)

Light a candle–
six million, if you can,
resplendent glow,
for those who say they didn’t know,

for those who didn’t, who never see
what once was, nor what could be,

who disregarded ash-filled air,
and claim ignorance of all crimes

there–

then,
light a candle
to show you care

because you sense the ghosts who hover and stare,

warning
it can happen everywhere.

Today, January 27, 2026, is International Holocaust Remembrance Day. Today marks the 81st anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz. I seldom write rhyming poetry anymore, but this is a revision of a poem that I’ve revised as few times. The poem seems particularly timely right now. I never thought I’d see the things we’ve been seeing here.

Cliffside

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George Hornblower Simms, Cliffs with Lookout

Cliffside

We’re at the border,
tripwires all around,

yet we stretch toward cliffs,
step, help

because not to
means giving in

to fear. Tyrants want
suppression as they oppress

with guns, masks, and lies

but take my hand, expose the truth–
unite, oppose, together stand.

A quadrille for dVerse. The prompt word is trip. This is my second protest poem of the day. (Here’s the first one, if you’re interested.) I’m not sorry. You can no longer pretend what is going on is normal or right.

“The country stops at the border. And so the law stops at the border. And so for the tyrant an obvious move is to extend the border so that is everywhere, to turn the whole country as a border area, where no rules apply.”
–Timothy Snyder. https://snyder.substack.com/p/lies-and-lawlessness

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Unfrozen Words

Monday Morning Musings

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Unfrozen Words

“When we come to it
We must confess that we are the possible”
–Maya Angelou, “A Brave and Startling Truth”

“we are the words; we are the music; we are the thing itself”
Virginia Woolf

Letters, words,
the sounds meaningless,
the links broken,

still, I scatter them
as breadcrumbs for the squirrels

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in the snow

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there’s crimson, like poppy flowers
and the treacherous ice
too much ice,

you could fall through the ice,
and no one would find you

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even if you’re a child
stranded like a polar bear

alone.

Ice can murder you,
even if you don’t do anything,
even if you help others,

ice can kill heroes

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the cold wind sighs
as it hears the freezing rain of lies
while drizzles of denial form fetid wells,

but we will whisper,
say, sing, shout

because we are the words

holding stardust within

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Sunset with tree branches, Jan. 22, 2026

the universe is chaotic and unpredictable
we mustn’t forget to show it the possible,
how we shine, blazing

we melt the ice.

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Hello again. Has it only been a week? Sigh. This January has lasted a year. You all know there was another murder—an execution by this regime’s stormtroopers. Alex Pretti was an ICU nurse at a Veteran’s hospital! His job was literally helping and providing medical care to veterans. He was helping a woman in the street, and then he was executed in the street by a US Border Patrol agent. We all know it was an execution. There are numerous videos out there, but puppy-killer Noem, Vance, Bovino, and others just continue to spout lies. The stormtroopers are terrorizing and kidnapping children! We are past the point of not knowing what is going on now. If you support it, you are no better than the Germans who supported Hitler (and all those people who pretended they had no idea there were concentration camps). The Minnesota Department of Corrections offered condolences to the family of Alex Pretti, the Minneapolis Police Force spoke out against what’s going on, and the Minnesota National Guard (who wore neon vests and NO masks) handed out coffee and donuts to anti-Ice protesters. Right-wing newspapers are speaking out. (Sources here.)

The usual Sunday protest in a nearby town went on yesterday morning despite the weather. We did not attend this one because we didn’t want to drive there on icy streets. I did send several emails to my senators and representatives—even though they are opposed to the current regime. I also thanked them. Our new governor, Mikie Sherrill, has also spoken out against the current regime. There are many groups that have organized protests, vigils, and information, including Indivisible and Red, Wine, and Blue.

As well as what is going on Minneapolis and the new surge in Maine, the SAVE act is being reintroduced. This will make it more difficult for citizens to vote. (Note: there is no proof that immigrants are voting.)

And, of course, we are STILL WAITING for the Epstein Files to be released.

Yesterday, we had the largest snowstorm we’ve had in several years. We had about 9 inches of snow with a coating of ice on top. There was steady snow all morning, then a mix of snow, sleet, and freezing rain. It’s also very cold, and it will be cold all week with a cold weather advisory from tonight until Wednesday morning. I baked bread and made another pot of soup from this and that.

I finished reading a couple of novels this week. I’ve had a couple of poetry acceptances. We finished watching Miss Scarlett this week. I liked how all the main characters got to work together. We still have a few episodes left of All Creatures.

Yesterday afternoon, we watched Train Dreams, a movie that has been on my list ever since it came out, but I was waiting for the right time to watch it. It’s not for the action movie crowd, but it’s definitely a Merril movie—a quiet meditation, incredibly beautiful and sad. (Dale, we can discuss it now.)

We had Chinese food this week, and this was my fortune. It wasn’t Monday, but I thought it was funny since I write these Monday Morning Musings.

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Stay safe, everyone. Do what you can. Not everyone can go out and protest. But everyone can call/email your representatives. Sixteen Republicans can end ICE, and twenty-three Republicans could impeach the felon. Keep up the pressure.

Look for the helpers and be one if you can.

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“Words matter, uttered first or repeated. They create an atmosphere, they normalize — or they do not. We can choose to see, to call things by their proper names, to call out people who lie. We have to.”
–Timothy Snyder, https://snyder.substack.com/p/lies-and-lawlessness

Prosery: Rocky Shore

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Edward Hopper, Rocky Shore, 1916-1919

Rocky Shore

I stand at the rocks by the water’s edge thinking, bury me! With the lies I told, and no doubt will tell again, what kind of person am I? We justify it—national security, personal safety—but how much was necessary? Lying becomes a habit. Those of us who live in the shadows are the dangerous undertow beneath the ocean’s sparkling spindrift. You don’t realize we’ve pulled you under until it’s too late. Spy-craft we call it, but it’s deception all the same.

Still, I thought what Paul and I had was real.

I tell myself I did some good; I saved some people, but I could have done more. We all could have done more. So, here I am standing in the surf, playing “what if,” and imagining the life I might have had—

Whzzzzzzzzzz! Pop! I dive. Someone is shooting. At me?

This is part of the on again/off again, disjointed story I’ve been spinning for dVerse Prosery prompts for a few years. The story must be no longer than 144 words. The prompt line, which must be included within the text is:

“Bury me with the lies I told”
–from the song, “Bury Me,” by Alejandro Escovedo

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Shadows of This Earth

Monday Morning Musings

Shadows of This Earth

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“Then all the nations of birds lifted together
the huge net of the shadows of this earth”
–Derek Walcott, “The Season of Phantasmal Peace”

Shadows stretch,
span the expanse
from trees to shore
bird-drawn, time-pleated,

gathered,
between and biding
the goose guardians
sentinels of this space,
watch and listen

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as winter and spring
each make promises
to leave, to return,

soon, my love,
with the light

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soft, this picture of peace
soft, the soughing
of wind-harps, the tintinnabulation
of river-bells,

hard the frozen ground,
hard the wintry hearts

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that never observe
the bird-drawn shadows,
nor the light that brings them,

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oblivious to every silvered sliver
and every feathered dream.

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“The party told you to reject the evidence of your eyes and ears. It was their final, most essential command.” — George Orwell, 1984.

“But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars.”
–Martin Luther King, Jr., Final Speech, “I’ve Been to the Mountain Top”

Hello, again. It’s very cold this morning here in southern NJ. We had snow and sleet off and on all weekend. There’s a solid coating now–not a lot, an inch or two, but it’s frozen solid. It is exhausting to be an American now, isn’t it? Minneapolis, Greenland, the non-investigation of Renee Good’s murder, the arson attack on a synagogue in Mississippi—that’s a few things that happened in one week. Today marks the Martin Luther King, Jr. holiday. There will be many Day of Service activities throughout the nation, though I’m certain none by members of the current regime, where service means service to self. Last year, I used the same MLK quote in my musings, but it was also the inauguration of the current resident of the White House (will he rename that, too?). Many of us—but not enough—feared the worst then. We warned others about Project 2025 and the mental deterioration of the felon. But too many—though not a mandate—believed his lies and/or could not vote for a Black woman, so here we are. And we have to protest and resist, not give up.

This regime is investigating everyone except the ICE agent who murdered Renee Good. We’ve all seen the videos. Every day, this regime is defying reality and attempting to erase history.

A reminder, too, that this regime is breaking the law in another way by not releasing the entirety of the Epstein Files.

We missed the local anti-Ice protest yesterday. It was snowing—and we just needed a break. It’s been that kind of week. We didn’t go anywhere or do anything special. We’re watching cozy British shows—Miss Scarlet, All Creatures Great and Small, and a new one, Bookish. On a snowy afternoon, I finished Fredrik Backman’s My Friends. My reading companion was at my side. Backman is a popular author, and it’s a popular book. Several friends commented about it on the photo on my FB page that they had or wanted to read it. I imagine the narrator of Backman’s books as someone like Mr. Rogers—not his voice, but the comforting feeling of it sharing that there are many sad things in this world, but there is also beauty and good people. I liked the discussions of art and poetry in this book, but mainly, it was the story of friendship and finding people who love you. There is a book club meeting to discuss My Friends later in the spring, so if I attend it, I’ll maybe write more about the book then. I read it now because I saw it at the library. (Yay for libraries!)

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Pace yourself, take care of yourself and loved ones, but try to do what you can to educate and resist.

Release the Epstein Files now! (There must be something really horrible or explosive in them.)

Look for the helpers and be one if you can.

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I Say the Words and Dance with audio

Here is one of my poems from the Chaos Section Poetry Project’s new anthology, What We Hold On To: Poems of Coping, Connection, and Carrying On. Thank you to editors, Nick Allison and Rachel Armes-McLaughlin

I’ve added my audio reading of the poem.

I’m sharing this with dVerse Open Link Night.

Looking for a Blue Moon

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Volcano Hawaii by Jules Tavernier, 1888, oil on canvas

Looking for a Blue Moon

The world’s a puzzle
with a million missing pieces,

mothers gone too soon,
children with lost innocence,
victims of hate

in tidal wave swells. We wait
for full-faced guidance, seek

the moon’s crooked smile
hanging in the sky—

a brief suspiration,
seen, then gone.

A quadrille (a poem of 44 words ) for dVerse, where the prompt word was smile. Steve of Song of the Day did a recent post on “Listen to the Radio” by Nanci Griffith, and that made me think of her song, “Just Once in a Very Blue Moon.”