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Part 1. What domestic violence feels like when you are IN in. Part 2 about how society views you after discovery of DV, and Part 3 about recovery are forthcoming. It starts as a spark, as something someone said. Or like a lightning bolt— through your heart, of something someone did. A true revelation, a…

Silence

Scream into that wind, though your voice is unheard. Yell out into that silence, into that vast space of life. Speak of the ills, of the strife. Plead with wet eyes, to let your voice be heard. Add yours to all of those righteous, talking heads. And none are listening. So let it be known,…

Water Words

Those names we called, trying hard to draw blood. The pointed looks meant to cut and wound; the sneers, the laughter, thrown ’round like mud. In halls and on slippery river banks; never friends could be. Put our armor up, and formed our ranks; spread my hate for you, your hate, for me. The past…

The Broken Ornament

Domestic violence is silent… A brilliant blue sphere, wrapped in shadow and light, brushed with glittered speckles, a silver ribbon binding tight, lines that snake and stretch, they wind across and through, angst and fear and hopelessness, all sealed within that glue. a brilliant blue sphere, now thrown against a wall, glass breaks, and glitter…

The Gutter

A societal issue. Grub along each gutter, pennies tight in fist. Cigarette butts half smoked, how did it come to this? Peel through life’s trash left, discarded without thought. Maybe a treasure here, or the scrounge will be for naught. Bread and milk to buy, a nickel here and there. The search goes on and…