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Photography and perhaps some poetry.

12/25/2022

12/24/2022 re-in (a work in progress)
The sand under my feet
A donkey by my side
Following a guy
Who protected us
It was weird times back then
Little to eat
Rags to wear
No high class salons
Or food towns to spare
We followed and swayed
To the music he played
Holy holy
We knew that
Even the donkeys knew
And we followed
Until the end
Until the everlasting end
Until the star shone again
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12/04/2022

12/3/2022 remember
(a work in progress)
I remember racing cars
In the second living room
At the Lopers house
And the smell of Winnie’s
Fruitcake in the pantry
I remember being lined up
In back of PomPom’s chair
With cousins for a photo
I remember sugar on snow
At Little River Farm
I remember so much more
That could have been
Or should have been
That was left unsaid
Until others had passed on
I remember I remember
Do you?
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04/12/2022

4/11/2022 sometimes (a work in progress)
Sometimes I forget
Just for a moment or two
I forget
And then I remember
What I’m not supposed to
I’m supposed to get up
Be cheerful
Do my job
Pay my bills
And have fun
Why?
To beat back death?
Nothing can stop it.
Nothing.
But the women who came before me
Who broke their backs cleaning
Other people’s house
They expect better
So I get up and do my job
And pay the bills
And try to be ok.
Sometimes.
Copyright wandarocks 2022

03/10/2022

Yesterday’s snows.

01/25/2022

1/25/2022 scanning (a work in progress)
We scroll through our news feeds
Searching and scanning
For a lifeline or two
Something to do
To brighten our day
That will make the clouds part
For just a little while
To make our hearts glad
That we are still here
And have time to see
With our eyes pressed
Against the window glass
Of our mostly silent lives
We can be heard again
copyright wandarocks 2022

01/14/2022

1/14/2022 - responsible
(a work in progress)
Who is responsible for me?
Who indeed.
I didn’t ask to be born.
Yet, here I am.
I was lucky to be born human
And not just another piece of meat.
But if you look at it closely
Who are we to decide
What is right and wrong?
If a horse doesn’t win races
They are sold for slaughter
The same is true for dairy cows.
We can wind up with rich parents
Or poor it depends on fate
And we are left holding money
Or a bag of clothes and nothing else.
Who is responsible for us?
I guess we are but there’s got to be
Something else that we can seize on
To make our days easier.
I’m still looking.
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12/30/2021

12/22/2021 days (a work in progress)
The days stretch out before us
Like an endless floor to be mopped
Or a load of laundry to be done
We wait with great anticipation
The weekends or holidays
To enjoy the days at our leisure
But what makes them different?
Work. Work. Work. Work. Work.
Or not.
To slip into the sublime delight
Of life on the other side
For a moment or a day
To enjoy the fruits of our labors.
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12/15/2021

11/2/2021 - about (a work in progress)
If you were to take me at face value
You might think I’m a kooky old woman
What you don’t know is that i am
Recovering from several years of
Stress, death and more stress and
More death and more stress
My hair is white now but it was falling out
I’m not perfect but I have done many
Perfectly beautiful shows and photos
And run offices in spite of chaos
Other people express themselves
Without fear of any retribution
I expect to be able to express myself
Without being condemned or called
any number of horrible names
It’s not complicated it just is.
copyright wandarocks 2021

11/30/2021

10/5/2021 - next (a work in progress)
As the next turn of year approaches
Looking back is both funny and horrific
There is no way to prepare an innocent
For the manipulations that a corrupt
System will use against them
Everything from reverse discrimination
To making up stories to get them fired
It was no easy road and those who
Did offer help were few and far between
Far from perfect but always trying hard
To survive and offer what little help
I could like money to buy me a gift
So they wouldn’t feel bad for
paying a heating bill instead
It took years to earn over $100 a week
Every increase an endurance test
Dealing with people who had
Mental problems but got no help
So many years later loves lost
Run over and so much more
Those debts are paid in total
But redemption is never ending
So I stumble towards whatever is next.
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10/31/2021

10/31/2021 why does (a work in progress)
Why does my heart ache
Now more than ever
Yes I have suffered loss before
But that was through death
Or tragic circumstances
Not the kind we have now
The kind not brought about
Through any misdeed on our part
But rather through a third hand
That doesn’t even know us
But who manipulates what we hear
And plays on the feelings
Of those who don’t know better
Than to believe the machinations
Of a well oiled machine bent on
Pocketing every cent they can
Even if it means faking a religious
Conversion they could care less about
And they sure don’t care about how
My heart aches for those who have
Called me horrible names for the benefit
Of those who are screwing with them
They know not what they do or the
Pain they cause to those of us who
Love them as relatives and friends
Are your 401ks or dislike of brown folks
Or pill pushing or fake doctor videos
Worth the pain you have caused us?
copyright wandarocks 2021
artwork by Susan Izatt

10/10/2021

Really miss live concerts.
Joan Jett 2013
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09/09/2021

9/7/2021 - 2020 (a work in progress)
I miss so much and so many
From the past sixty plus years
Both good and bad were all part
I treasure the memories
The glorious ballets at The Met
The concerts and parties
The long walks and friendly dogs
No one could have seen it coming
Yet I knew in my heart there was
A huge storm coming our way
Little did I know that I would be
Faced with yet more death and the
Loss of so many over nonsense
People I’d known my entire adult life
Suddenly calling me horrible names
Simply because I didn’t support
A con man who was out to become a
Dictator of the free country we cherish
So now I am without them too
Not dead but they might as well be
I don’t think they realize that
So I face the continuing storm alone
And hope tomorrow will be better.
copyright wandarocks 2021
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