Dune Witch

The Shining Ones look not on me
a simple hedgewitch by the sea.
My companions are the crabs and gulls
and the pretty flotsam on the shoals.

No stern Neptune at this beach
nor Aphrodite’s playful tease.
Here the Little ones frolick and play
while in the Deep, their Elders stay.

And should Posiden roar ashore
We shall appease Him even more
This demesne, this lonely beach
has naught for Great Ones to seek.

There’s only a hedgewitch and her Friends,
playing in the moon and sand.

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Cole Park Cove, T.L. Ryder 2017

 

8 years of suffering under Obama

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The sentence I hear most from well-meaning, conservative friends since President Trump’s election is this: “We suffered 8 years under Barack Obama.”

Fair enough. Let’s take a look.

The day Obama took office, the Dow closed at 7,949 points. Eight years later, the Dow had almost tripled, closing at 21,414.

General Motors and Chrysler were on the brink of bankruptcy, with Ford not far behind, and their failure, along with their supply chains, would have meant the loss of millions of jobs. Obama pushed through a controversial, $8o billion bailout to save the car industry. The U.S. car industry survived, started making money again, and the entire $80 billion was paid back, with interest.

While we remain vulnerable to lone-wolf attacks, no foreign terrorist organization has successfully executed a mass attack here since 9/11.

Obama ordered the raid that killed Osama Bin Laden.

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Finis with You

I don’t remember how you smelled,
nor the sound of your voice.
Your face is a distant memory,
your laugh– lost to time.

I only remember the terror, the hiding,
the always looking over my shoulder. . .

WAITINGmaid1

for the next phone call at midnight,
for the next foul thing to appear at my door.

Hurled words and objects were
your idea of “love”
Grab, break, hurt, mock. . .
pretend it’s passion, destroy it all.

Nothing left of “Us” but your malice
A stain of what I thought we were.

FINIS

There were, are,  never will be
memories of YOU.