Empty Shells

If you are desensitized over mass shootings and more preoccupied with  Entertainment News, you are not listening at all. I’m begging you not to turn away from a corrupt government, greed, and the narcissistic, evil billion dollar machine that is the NRA . Violent acts happen every day. I do not want or need a gun in my home, schools, concert halls, or vacation suites. They won’t protect me, they

Seeing Red

When activism is no longer a fad, fashion statement or whim that’s when I’ll say cautiously optimistic we’re winning. I love the conversation that is happening around the globe, at the forefront thanks to some fierce, brave Hollywood power women speaking out and banding together, Oprah, women in entertainment, and a few good men but we must be careful not to lose momentum, or become complacent. Bullies, poverty, LGTBQ rights,

Enough

Believe that you are better than Money Power Greed Hate Terrorists Trump NRA Bullies Shady Politicians Believe that if you haven’t lost someone you love To Mass Shootings You are blessed, the lucky one Pretend it won’t ever happen Pretend it’s impossible Pretend doesn’t work much these days It can’t happen? Not today, not in your town, not in your house The one safe space  And then indulge me Close

On Bended Knee

You don’t have to like my politics or my opinions Even my race, gender, social status, mental health That’s fine by me All I ask is that if my views on the world, my liberal “everyone should be treated equal” views Leave your stomach sour, pause before you judge me My artistic ideals might be so very different from yours Could you try to stay open minded, not bitter or

Pruning Mad

I thought the words and thoughts escaped me, but the mind is perpetual movement and the physical change of space a welcome opportunity. Granted it’s a backwards return to an old familiar. A place filled with deep sorrow, craziness and rerun memories. It’s a half empty house that holds a far away happy and lost together times and sparse family. I’ll take it. It suits me better than isolation and

Frostbite Nation

Frostbite Nation by Jacqueline Cioffa There are few things I know. I have never seen or imagined some better, happier version of me from the future. No matter how hard I squeeze my eyes tight, I’m blindsided. I can’t map it out. I visualize serenity, the modern beach home, transparent, quiet and clean. Made of clear glass to see the silly sun rise in the mornings, and mourning moon smiling back at