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              JUST THINKIN’   My new shirt arrived today I hate it! It’s flat-out horrible with those ridiculous white pistachio nuts on a wine background! It doesn’t go with anything except my corduroy vest - the loden green one that’s too frickin’ hot to wear, for Pete’s sake - it’s like 90 degrees outside!   but – I got it on sale for six dollars…   Lorene Rogers ©      6-8-2023                   

Forever in my memory, The hot white sands, So blinding bright, Under the deep blue sky, By the emerald waters, The Gulf of Mexico, Pathway to an infinity Of adventures, which, in time, Became memories stored beside The hot white sand, Deep blue sky, Emerald green water. Donovan Baldwin

Altina Schinasi was an American sculptor, filmmaker, entrepreneur, window dresser, designer, and inventor. She was best known for designing what she called the "Harlequin eyeglass frame", popularly known as cat-eye glasses. Google is celebrating Altina Schinasi's 116th Birthday with a Doodle[ that says "Happy birthday to the woman who was a visionary in more ways than one." Her son Terry Sanders helped with it and also shared a note on behalf of his family: "Happy Birthday, Tina! Thank you for your courage, kindness and inspiration. Much love, always." Have you a pair of cat-eye glasses?

Your sadness touches me, As does your laughter And your passion, When you allow it To be seen. Touch me with all The feelings you have, Even when you must Scream and cry, and, Beat upon my chest, At injustice or sorrow. Share your shame, for, With me, you will be absolved, For I have seen your humanity, And know your sins are all Committed in innocence. Donovan Baldwin

Many things in life are hard. Often the contemplation of them is the hardest part. Little trick I learned in the Army - No matter how long the march, the run, the days in the field, all I had to do was take that next step, make it through the next five minutes. If I looked at the miles and hours remaining, I was daunted, overwhelmed, but, damn right I could do one more minute, another few steps, make it to that tree. That was my task at hand. Not the miles, not the days, but the inches, feet, minutes... get to that dead tree, that's all I had to do, and then I could figure out where to go from there. Set another goal... a few feet, a few minutes, a few steps farther down the trail. Seventy-eight years old, still walking (running occasionally), and still sometimes feeling daunted by the whole trek... but, I CAN do a few more feet, another minute, maybe five minutes. THAT, I can do. No sweat, Sarge. I've got this. Waiting for some idiot to yell out, "More PT, sergeant!!!" Oh, wait! I became the sergeant. Donovan Baldwin

In solitude I contemplate The sounds I hear and feel A crow caws, coos, and rattles A top a neighboring tree I wonder what it’s saying And why it insistently calls As if seeking its murder Perhaps just perfecting its song  Then joins a barking distant dog To which mine joins along And suddenly the quiet day Breaks into joyous song

This is a great imaginative story of a journey and contest between two totally different and opposing worlds. Particularly, the love and the quest to serve justice to victims of violence or abuse, which is no wonder; reflects the author’s experience with survivors of domestic and sexual violence. There may be some other reasons to capture this story in rather a strange and mystical place such as Herrick’s End, but I strongly feel that; the author is trying to bring us to imagine and see that; there is a secretive, hidden, and unknown world that exists for the victims and survivors of such violence. Ollie Delgato’s journey from the Northern End of Brickside, all the way to the Herrick’s End of the Neath, shows us that; this secretive underworld or mystical place is created based on the constant struggle faced by victims of family-related violence and abuse. This constant struggle is the outcome of our society’s inactions, oppressions, insecurity, threat, or any other similar conditions that prevent justice to be served to those victims. He started off as an innocent, unsuspecting, and loving friend, but eventually grows to become a hero of justice at the end. This may, in other words, shows us that; many victims of family-related violence and abuses get themselves into these troubles innocently and unsuspectingly, because of love. They don’t know what will happen because they are blinded by love and then when their loving world becomes the opposite, they become its victims. A situation that they have created by themselves. But, under such circumstances, under that blind love and our society’s inactions, oppressions, insecurity, or threats; they can fight for justice, for themselves, and their loved ones, if they do something and take action. The settings of the contents of the book through the Prologue keep me wondering with interest how the initial ancient scenes will connect with the modern settings of the story when I started reading the first chapters. But as the story reaches the part on the Freedom Trail, I started getting the idea that; it will be the change of scenes into something mystical or ancient. If similar connections have been developed and established on the book chapters’ titles with specific story topics, rather than just the use of numbers, then I think it will be more engaging and well-connected. Yet, I give it a rating of 5 stars, because it is a great imaginative story that reflects the 2 types of worlds that exist for the victims of one of our society’s major social problems. One is the world that many may seem to portray to the public and the community in which they live under the auspice of normal and loving family life. And another is the world that exists under the banner of blind and unsuspecting love, where there is abuse and violence and where victims are constantly struggling for justice in solitude. A justice to problems, they have somehow created by themselves.

fragments of her shattered soul - potter molds anew diamond in the rough no more - tempered by the flames a strengthening of her spirit- the vessel made whole the angel walks on embers - angels feel no pain copyright L. G. Rogers 12-29-22

Please vote for Tammy's poem title "Poetry" by the little infinite poetry for life poetry contest sponsored by Ingram Spark. "Poetry" "Poetry" comes from deep within That is where the story begins "Poetry" is a form of art That touches your heart and soul right from the start Whether Spoken, Written or in a Song "Poetry" brings you in and takes you along written by Tammy Spears (copyright) Thank you for your support of ArtsKeeper artists!

Does a thought have a life after its birth? Can it travel in time from one mind to another across mountains and oceans and even farther? Some call it mental telepathy... I think it lives on indefinitely. What say you? ©️ Lorene Rogers 4-26-23

In peacefulness My feet press into Earth’s crust Feeling its heartbeat As in a trance My eyes take in The wondrous vision Of fall’s display Uplifted by the melodious Choir of birds  A glorious sonata of Many voices uplifted I never tire nor thirst Feeding upon nature Wrapping me in warmth As it was intended