Madonna of Syracuse

She marches along with the rest 
Cradling her belly
Swollen with child
Her chin tilts to the sky and she SHOUTS
Black Lives Matter!
Hands Up!
Don't Shoot!
She's more sad than angry; less angry than sad
She's homeless; the child within is not
Yet
She marches to make the World
For the Other
For her Own
For her Child
- ShotByNess.

Madonna of Syracuse
Politics Series
ShotByNess.
© 2019 RiverHouse Group of Caughdenoy, new YorK, LLC

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New England Family


Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth; 

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day! 
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference

– Robert Frost, The Road Not Taken

New England Family
Family Series
ShotByNess.
© 2019 RiverHouse Group of Caughdenoy, new YorK, LLC

Fascist CosPlay

I Explain Some Things
You will ask: And where are the lilacs?
And the metaphysics laced with poppies?
And the rain that often beat
his words filling them with holes and birds?
I’ll tell you everything that’s happening with me.

I lived in a neighborhood
of Madrid, with church bells,
with clocks, with trees.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

My house was called
the house of flowers, because everywhere
geraniums were exploding: it was
a beautiful house
with dogs and little kids.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Federico, you remember,
from under the earth,
do you remember my house with balconies on which
the light of June drowned flowers in your mouth?
Hermano, hermano!
 
And one morning everything was burning

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

and ever since then fire,
gunpowder ever since,
and ever since then blood
Bandits with airplanes and with Moors,
bandits with finger-rings and duchesses,
bandits with black friars making blessings,
… kept coming from the sky to kill children,
and through the streets the blood of the children
ran simply, like children’s blood.

You will ask why his poetry
doesn’t speak to us of dreams, of the leaves,
of the great volcanoes of his native land?

Come and see the blood in the streets,
come and see
the blood in the streets,
come and see the blood
in the streets!

Pablo Neruda, España en el corazón (Spain in the Heart)


Fasicist CosPlay
Resistance Series
ShotByNess.
© 2019 RiverHouse Group of Caughdenoy, new YorK, LLC

Memere

Alzheimer’s is a cruel disease.

Like a much loved jumper.

One that you have had forever, a security blanket.

Then one day, you notice that it’s beginning to get holes, that the buttons are falling off.

It doesn’t worry you at first because you expect it.

Then the loose threads appear, slowly at first, then gradually faster.

And even if you try and re-stitch them, you realise that your beloved jumper is Actually unravelling faster than you can repair it, that it is losing its shape, its form and eventually its purpose.

That all you have left is a pile of yarn – and you can’t find the beginning or the end.

Yet you know it is in there, somewhere…

Together, but apart.

‘The unravelling’ by Vivienne Anne Mackenzie Ward


Memere
Family Series
ShotByNess.
© 2019 RiverHouse Group of Caughdenoy, new YorK, LLC

 

Many pregnant women don’t think cannabis is harmful, UBC study finds | CBC News

Cannabis is a drug. You need to know before you use. In this case, DO NOT USE CANNABIS IN ANY FORM IF YOU ARE PREGNANT OR BREASTFEEDING. Be responsible folks.

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Sitting on the Porch with Roger and Winnie

There is little that is more satisfying than a newspaper. Or a dog. Except a dog that feigns interest in the newspaper. That, my friends, is evidence of God.
– ShotByNess.

Sitting on the porch with Roger and Winnie
Animals Series
ShotByNess.
© 2019 RiverHouse Group of Caughdenoy, new YorK, LLC