What Freedom Means

You wrap yourselves in our flag and call yourselves patriots…but that flag belongs to all of us…not just to you and your radicalized terrorist brethren.

And it was never meant to represent what you’ve appropriated it to symbolize.

Our flag symbolizes a free and democratic republic.

I cringe now whenever I see our flag because I know that most likely those that fly it align themselves with the republican treasonous cult that attempted to over throw our democracy.

Patriots of our democracy would not support murderous violence against their fellow citizens, elected officials and their own government because they lost an election.

We didn’t!  That’s democracy!

You don’t commit insurrection just because you didn’t get your way. That’s what fascist bullies do!

You are not patriots; conversely you are the very definition of treasonous and terrorist and should be dealt with accordingly.

©Dani Heart

6-4-2021

Ghostly Intentions

A knowing wind rustles the chimes on a cool summer evening…

I love wind chimes.

Through the cracked window the chime orchestration and nature’s breath lull me towards a long awaited slumber.

But there’s something strange in the air tonight…I see you…in my mind’s eye…dark wavy hair, olive skin, dark eyes, just outside the window, waiting, watching, wanting…what I’m not sure.

I dismiss my thoughts as imaginings, as we so often do, and focus instead on the soft breeze and sleep.

But you would not be dismissed, and you made your intentions clear when you grabbed my wrist and pinned me down with a force I’ve not felt before or since.

I screamed loud enough to wake the dead, then you released me, and you were gone.

My family came to comfort me, lights on, closet and window checked… nothing to see here. It must have been a dream they said, but I didn’t imagine your hand around my wrist and you would not be my last ghostly encounter.

©Dani Heart

5-13-2021