Sarita Rae
@saritarae.bsky.social
madman in the woods
there’s a madman in the woods
with an electric saw
the denizen’s screams
echo through the canopy
there’s a madman in the woods
with an electric saw
the denizen’s screams
echo through the canopy
February 26, 2025 at 8:04 AM
madman in the woods
there’s a madman in the woods
with an electric saw
the denizen’s screams
echo through the canopy
there’s a madman in the woods
with an electric saw
the denizen’s screams
echo through the canopy
I Could Just Spit
Truth to power
Power to truth
Is this a turkey neck
Or an elephant’s tooth?
It’s murky, it’s rank
How are we here?
Oh yeah, I remember,
He REALLY likes beer
Hold fast to what’s right
You know the way
Deception withers
In the glow of day
Truth to power
Power to truth
Is this a turkey neck
Or an elephant’s tooth?
It’s murky, it’s rank
How are we here?
Oh yeah, I remember,
He REALLY likes beer
Hold fast to what’s right
You know the way
Deception withers
In the glow of day
February 26, 2025 at 8:01 AM
I Could Just Spit
Truth to power
Power to truth
Is this a turkey neck
Or an elephant’s tooth?
It’s murky, it’s rank
How are we here?
Oh yeah, I remember,
He REALLY likes beer
Hold fast to what’s right
You know the way
Deception withers
In the glow of day
Truth to power
Power to truth
Is this a turkey neck
Or an elephant’s tooth?
It’s murky, it’s rank
How are we here?
Oh yeah, I remember,
He REALLY likes beer
Hold fast to what’s right
You know the way
Deception withers
In the glow of day
Friday, March 13, 2020-Day 1 of COVID lockdown a large tree fell in my yard narrowly avoiding damage. It was surreal and ominous and inspired this poem. It turns out the “smoke in the summer hills” this poem foretold would be a family tragedy.
#Covid #poetry #lifebeforegrief #ifonlyiwerewrong
#Covid #poetry #lifebeforegrief #ifonlyiwerewrong
November 20, 2024 at 11:10 PM
Friday, March 13, 2020-Day 1 of COVID lockdown a large tree fell in my yard narrowly avoiding damage. It was surreal and ominous and inspired this poem. It turns out the “smoke in the summer hills” this poem foretold would be a family tragedy.
#Covid #poetry #lifebeforegrief #ifonlyiwerewrong
#Covid #poetry #lifebeforegrief #ifonlyiwerewrong
November 20, 2024 at 8:10 AM
I’m no stranger to grief. These past 2 weeks are reminiscent of what I experienced in the aftermath of losing my mom and sister to DV in 2020. Here is a snap of my personal grief journey. Will apply lessons learned to this new grief journey we’re all collectively on.
#resist #resilience #grief #grow
#resist #resilience #grief #grow
November 20, 2024 at 7:57 AM
I’m no stranger to grief. These past 2 weeks are reminiscent of what I experienced in the aftermath of losing my mom and sister to DV in 2020. Here is a snap of my personal grief journey. Will apply lessons learned to this new grief journey we’re all collectively on.
#resist #resilience #grief #grow
#resist #resilience #grief #grow