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So . . .

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So weary of this war machine

where “They” and “Them



So easy

when it’s THEM




THAT and

THEY deserve it


Children, howling, slapping back

With all the rage and indignation of a God

(we bluster)

all the bite and brawl of a rabid Dog

(we attack)


Heeding the seasick call of

an infrasound fear,

beating just out of reach,

behind our eyes,


beneath our hearts

in the slick, oily underbelly



the syncopated rhythms

of our own internal compass

Jarring our needles from their

HOMEward pointing cradles

spinning them, careening

towards a magnetic pole

that leaves us all thin,

dizzy and amnesiac


All less than our whole


Stretched and translucent

Far from community

from tribal unity

from our humanity


And just as senseless,

just as petty,

just as bereft of higher vibration

or thought



of true meaning

of THE purpose

that IS




An action so small

Four tiny letters typed on a page

A line, a circle, an unfinished inverted triangle, an arm encircling in half-embrace

Four letters (4)

To bring us HOME




to join arm-and-arm with fellow humans

REAL humans

not automaton politicos

or Wall Street thieves

or the grift of man-made marketer dreams




to leave behind all the gaping, ooze of want

(disguised as NEED)

to abandon our Corporate Overlords

to their empty marbled fortunes

and gristle-strewn lies


(All of them, long ago parted

from the heft and whisper of their 10.5 ounce fisted muscle,

aortic valves parched, cracked and curling at their edges

their barren chests echoing with the hollow reverberations of a desolate chamber)


Peeling back these crusty, wilted layers,

the greed-covered rot, 

to find that better place

where those four tiny letters

and empathy,


and consideration,



To find us,

and them,

and they,


Are WE.


Reunited –

blooming in the Bedouin desert

hand-feeding one another,

feasting, on the honeyed milk-giggles

of OUR children



Vanessa Nix Anthony

June 14, 2016


Written by Rainee Squatch

June 14, 2016 at 4:18 pm

Autumn Amber Light

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Soft tranquil sounds
Of autumn’s amber light
Crinkling leaves
And icy winds
Dancing tango in the night

A boy and girl
Walk hand and hand
Beneath the aged, yellowing moonlight
Hugged up in the warm womb
Of ochre colored hoodies and
Swish sounds of green corduroy thighs
Rubbing out messages like crickets
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Written by Rainee Squatch

October 17, 2012 at 10:27 pm

The Infinite Monkey Theorem — Write to know?

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“Infinite”, the monkey (Check out the Prehensile tail.)

The Infinite Monkey Theorem (besides being the title of this blog) is the mathematical theorem that states,  if one were to set a monkey down to a typewriter and let him type, ad infinitum, he would eventually type out a work akin to Shakespeare. Read the rest of this entry »

Written by Rainee Squatch

August 3, 2010 at 12:06 pm