Democratic Primary Debate #2, Day 1 LIVE BLOGGED

Calico Jack give a blow by blow of the debate

The Psy of Life

7:25 PM: Here is its almost a half an hour before the beginning of the debate. My headphones are charged. The computer is plugged in. I’ve had a Guinness. Maybe I’ll eat. I don’t know.

We got back from our “camping” trip at 3:40 something, unpacked, caught up with the family and dog, and looked at the news. At least the Ol’ Pussy Grabber is consistent: same shit, different toilet.

I’m totally excited about being in the same time zone as the debate. I’m up at a decent hour. I don’t have to set an alarm, stay up, do this over coffee, or anything like I’ve had to do in the past 25 years for these big events! Life — at least in my little corner of the world — is good.

I’m off to make nachos and pour another beer.

8:00 They are on time and introducing the candidates…

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Where the Mountain Meets the Moon – Georgiann Carlson

eorgiann Carlson – How to meet the moon where it meets the mountain

Brave & Reckless

If you want to touch the moon
find a mountain
and climb it during the day
bring a book
and cookies for the moon
then wait until it’s dark
once night has fallen
stand on your tiptoes
put your arm up
as high as you can
call her name
and stretch
then tell her about the cookies
if you close your eyes
you might be able to feel
the moon a little better
if things don’t work out
because the moon is busy
or not in the mood
just repeat
all the steps
and try again
the next night

I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist, and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make…

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Where the Mountain Meets the Moon

Christine Ray – Becoming whole Where The Mountain Meets The Moon

Brave & Reckless

where the mountain
meets the moon
I shall stand
arms raised
in supplication
naked face lifted high
to be washed pure
by her silver glow
light shall
fill me
radiate out
from my deepest core
I will love
and be
embrace peace
and let it spill
from my soul
welcome myself
without judgment
and finally
become whole
where the mountain
meets the moon

© 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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Climate Change and Denial

At Being In Nature – pondering climate change denial

Being in Nature

prompt and photo credit:

Recently I was walking into a shopping centre to buy my groceries when I overheard a man declaiming to his wife that climate change wasn’t caused by human activity. According to him the planet goes through natural cycles of warming and cooling. There is nothing to worry about, he assured her.

He was a young man and, while not wanting to make superficial judgements about people based on their appearance, he did not appear to have the demeanor of a leading climatologist. To me he looked more like your average tradie.

Whatever his background he was very sure of his opinions and his wife positively wilted under the force of them.

Walking on I wondered what made him so adamant. As I went about buying food in the unavoidable single use plastic bags that industry wraps basic essentials in, I considered Elizabeth Kubler Ross and…

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Christine Ray – A hope

Brave & Reckless

there is a stirring
an ache in the heart
a rise in the soul
of ancient voices
of women
who have bled
who have lost
who have waited
who have endured
a salt wash of tears
in eyes long thought dry
a tingle in fingertips
in palms
now empty
longing to cup
around bare skin
around malleable clay
mold the world
into new shapes
where every breath
is not a knife
where the past
is not inscribed on bone
where she remembers
how to dance
among the stars

© 2017 Revised 2019 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved

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Closed curtains in day time

TheFeatheredSleep – Desire un-sated


grayscale woman in bed

The dust of you is still impregnated in my palm

I run you through my hair, over my cheeks, down

my neck, between my rising breasts

like washing without water

our hair pressed into the sheets as you

pushed me deeper with your own weight

our magnetism inflaming the very air

your scent is my obsession

carried in my skin like rare perfume

only you possess

I hold you after you are gone

in a thousand ways

words have never touched you

in the darkness when I say

the silhouette of you drives me wild

I do not have fingers enough to

press into your skin and leave my

indent of love

you smile a weary smile, for you are

already thinking of other things

and I am only building desire to

a higher pitch

as if tasting you once sets me aflame

and I burn again and again


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Mine today at Brave And Reckless

Brave & Reckless

Do we know which side we’re on?
Might the Cat be right?
Will there be any jam today?
We seem to be surrounded by
Swarms of Bread-And-Butterflies
Drilling for the food that spells
Doom when found and drunk
Confused, we try to tell the
Name of the song from what
The name is called and what
Song it really is being sung
And the millions try to run
Ever faster just to stay in place
So, which side are we on when
Every word means whatever
Someone says it does, never mind
What a dictionary may say?
Is the other side of the glass
Any less mad?

Bob Wertzler is retired from almost twenty years in the mental health field in California and Arizona. There are times the title, “Recovering Therapist”, seems to fit. In 2006 he retired to move to Western North Carolina to help and become primary care…

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Alice Through the Looking Glass – Georgiann Carlson

Georgiann Carlson – What Alice found

Brave & Reckless

and through the glass
dear Alice went
to see what she could see
and when she did
she turned and said
there’s only more of me

I’m an artist, a writer, a vegetarian, an animal rights activist and quite a few other things as well. I love books, cats, philosophy, good conversation, Chicago and the arts. So my blog is full of bits and pieces but it’s the bits and pieces that make life interesting to me. You can read more of my writing at Rethinking Life

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