After Two Murders, a Brazilian Indigenous Leader Steps Up the Fight – Yale E360 — Ned Hamson’s Second Line View of the News — Barbara Crane Navarro

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After Two Murders, a Brazilian Indigenous Leader Steps Up the Fight – Yale E360 — Ned Hamson’s Second Line View of the News — Barbara Crane Navarro

Part of a Quickie Society

From Behind the Pen

Image Credit: Stepan Kulyk

Are we a part of a microwaveable society

where everything should be fast,

faster, or the fastest?

Are we impatient because we have become conditioned

to that which holds the shortcuts

for some process that shouldn’t be abbreviated?

Do we link ourselves to rushing,

to reach a result,

brief, rapid, a quickie

paddling to a swift stroke

but missing the boat to enjoy,

learn, and grow from the journey?

Have we rushed to get somewhere fast

only to discover we are the only ones lost

because we crash landed at a high rate of speed,

stressed out, just to be first?

Depending on what your fast is for,

if competition sets your pace

focus and staying power is the pronounced key to your tour.

©Kym Gordon Moore, 2022

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Rapping by Dawn Pisturino

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Rapping

by Dawn Pisturino
site: http://www.dawnpisturino.wordpress.com

Sometimes, at night,

I hear the rapping of knuckles on the front door,

Very softly but insistent.

Lying in my bed in fear,

I wonder who could be there,

Rapping on the front door.

I listen intently,

But the dog isn’t barking,

And when I pull back the curtains,

No one is there.

The rapping stops, and then I hear it again,

Rap, rap, rap, on the windowpane.

I try to figure out what else

Could rap on the windowpane besides a human being?

My father was not a harmless man when alive,

But he’s harmless now, after death,

Except the rap-rap rapping after dark

On the front door and the windowpane.

And sometimes, the wall. And then it stops.

But once, when I was sitting in a chair,

Reading a book,

The rapping started on the floor,

And I listened…

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Yet Another Weighs In | Filosofa’s Word

Between my own brief snippet, and the words of Charles Blow, I thought I had pretty much said all that needed to be said about President Biden’s speech last Thursday and the predictable backlash to it.  But then, I came across Dan Rather’s response and he made some additional points that I think have enough…
— Read on jilldennison.com/2022/09/06/yet-another-weighs-in/