August 20th, 2008. Florida
Dear Diary #10,
Back into habit I slide, settle for what is now and not what might be. Posting on my blog once or maybe twice a week I am not bored; not content exactly despite my justifications. A tiny sliver of life and experiences many such as I have never had does not mean a separate existence. But then again who knows what will happen tomorrow for I do want to be her.
left to right
so far away
dwells my love
By Rose Dewy Knickers, August 13th, 2008
Clutching still beating hearts painted them staring at a past they wanted to forget. Together in my mind created a foreground of dark clouds and emotion; an inside out view. If you turn yourself around and sit in the boat bobbing in the pulsing surf, the faces will be blank. The dresses will be open to the waist an offering to the sea in hopes they will return to suckle once more.
Perhaps you know them; call them sirens or banshees, but I call them, my sisters.
By Rose Dewy Knickers, August 7th, 2008
There was a time when the theft of a million would go unnoticed.
Unnoticed in time the swarm of a million bees covered the house.
A million smiles unnoticed but time enough to change.
By Rose Dewy Knickers, August 6th, 2008
“Do I have to?”
an anywhere place
an any when time
with rocks and spears
or guns and bombs
a soldier’s pay
often includes rape
collected into camps
women, girls and boys
victims of conflict
will do anything
blue helmets and white flag
peacekeepers they are not
predators and thieves
blind eyes from afar
press conferences and studies
while millions die in shame
in the squalor of the camps
food is not free
protection at a steep price
mother tells her young children
go with the man do what he says
do I have to?
By Rose Dewy Knickers, August 1st, 2008
U.N. peacekeepers raping children for decades.