Category Archives: life

Say When 060320

There were so many moments

You could have stopped

If you had compassion

If you showed mercy.

 

When he stopped struggling

When he stopped asking

His (dead) mother for help

When he fell unconscious

When he stopped breathing

When he lost his pulse

But you continued

To choke his dead body

For another three minutes.

 

Was your hatred so great

That death wasn’t

Punishment enough

For being a black man?


Dear Mr. President 060220

Dear Mr. President,
Do you think by using
overwhelming force
against your own people,
you will accomplish anything?
You are not even putting
a bandage on a gunshot wound.

The anger that your people feel
cannot be contained
if they are forced back
into their homes
or prison cells.

There is no justification for people
to commit acts of violence
against innocent people.
It is wrong when committed
by an individual
or the government.

The problem is a racist system.
The problem is not a brick through a window.
You cannot solve the problem
by silencing the victims.

Racism exists
On city streets,
In quiet neighborhoods,
In public parks.

In the Inquisition there was a saying,
You have not converted a man because you have silenced him.
Social inequalities will not go away
unless we make them go away,
through legislation
through education
through a redistribution of wealth.

Patriots say, freedom is not free!
But neither is equality.
Neither is justice.
We need to fight for equality.
We need to fight for justice.
Not only when it is in the news,
But every moment that we breathe.

Victims have long memories.
We will remember the knee on his neck.
We will remember the plea for mercy.
We will remember the death
in a quiet neighborhood.
We will remember the call to the police.

The troops you send against us,
Will not wipe those injustices,
Or the thousand others from our memory.
Change will.

 


Covid 051420

covid persona

covid pariah

covid stigmata

covid survivor

 

Clandestine clinician

Production obstruction

 

covid denier

covid implier

covid vendetta

covid agenda

 

Discussion dysfunction

Forsaken foundations

 

covid Golgotha

covid Gomorrah

covid Hegira

covid hosanna

 

Contagion contention

Delusion, Damnation

 

covid Pandora

covid Medusa

covid Messiah

covid Valhalla

 

Attention, Attraction,

Affliction, Abstention

 

covid miasma

covid pneumonia

covid saliva

covid proxima

 

Secretion suspicion

Exertion exhaustion

  

covid bandanna

covid regalia

covid tequila

covid bologna

 

Prevention pretention

Rebellion reception

 

covid babushka

covid omega

covid dementia

covid dilemma

 

Attrition aversion

Morticians libations

 

covid enigma

covid obeah

covid fantasia

covid Eurasia

 

Reduction, Redaction

Retraction, Inaction

 

covid persona

covid pariah

covid stigmata

covid survivor

 

 

 

 

 


loved love

I have someone whom I loved,

love.

 

she is not far away,

nearly.

 

I only think of happy times,

sadly.

 


dead words 02/2020

dead words on a page

 

i liked them so much better

when they were in my mind.

they danced, they jumped

they changed

as i tried to get them right.

 

They begged me to write them down,

But when I did,

They were empty, ugly, and dead,

Frozen in time and space,

In an effort to be validated.

 


afraid

 

I’m not afraid of dying

Because there’s no one in my life

I’m afraid of losing.

 

 

 


or since you

there were moments of pure happiness

that I experienced with you

that I experienced with no other

before you

or since you

 

but you made me angry

and you made me sad

and I felt loneliness

even while holding your hand

and I never felt that way

before you

or since you

 

now there is emptiness

a hole in my whole

and whatever I do

it’s never complete

because you are missing from my life

 

people talk of soul mates

I don’t know if they exist

but I never thought

that life was so precious

before you

or since you

 

 

 


In Love’s Twilight

In Love’s Twilight

My ninth book but who’s counting?

Two One-Act plays with small casts and minimal sets about senior citizens.

The Colliers, is an award winning comedy about the Collier brothers, who stayed with each other to the bitter end.
Fresh Yogurt, is a play which reminds us that it is never too late to fall in love.

Price  $8.99

Paperback: 88 pages
Publisher: TKOIC Publishing (December 13, 2019)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1463743106
ISBN-13: 978-1463743109

Available through Amazon   https://www.amazon.com/dp/1463743106

Or on my website – http://www.afwinter.com


Love is like Christmas 11/16/16

Love is like Christmas

The smell of freshly

Baked ginger cookies

From grandma’s kitchen

The brightly lit homes

Filled with welcomes welcome

The beautifully decorated tree

Holding gently

Memories of a lifetime,

Ornaments passed from

Generation to generation,

From friend to friend.

 

I walk down the quiet street,

Listening to the holiday parties

The laughter,

The stories

Of good times past

And memories of good friends passed.

Their lives continue

In the retelling of traditions

And of recipes recreated.

 

I walk down the happy street

Where tomorrow morning

Children will rise,

Jumping on their parent’s bed

Gleefully yelling,

Santa was here, Santa was here!

The living room will soon be filled with

Mountains of discarded wrapping paper and

The laughter of children

As they investigate the warranties of their gifts.

 

I stop outside my home.

The darkened rooms.

There is no smell of cookies.

No tree with brightly

Wrapped presents beneath.

 

Love is like Christmas for me.

Never had it, never will.

And the expectation every year,

Of what Santa will bring,

Of what love will bring,

Makes my home a prison,

Sentenced to my gloomy rooms,

Waiting for release.

I walk away from my prison cell

To a darker corner of my town.

 

Mrs. Wilson’s husband passed.

It is the first Christmas without him.

Their only son died in Vietnam

So very long ago.

She sits alone with a scrapbook,

And smiles with tears in her eyes.

 

Mr. Paneer’s wife left him,

Along with the kids.

She always trimmed the tree.

He didn’t buy one this year.

He wouldn’t, he couldn’t.

He drinks another round while

Looking into the empty corner.

 

Mr. Murry died last fall.

His house is dark.

A For Sale sign sits out front.

And that is all that is left of Mr. Murry.

 

I stopped.

A light snow falling down,

Seemed to glisten in the streetlight’s glow.

Dancing, dancing,

Slowly falling.

I held my hand out.

A snowflake landed in my palm

A moment before melting.

Love is like Christmas,

Like Christmas indeed.

 

From Sleeping With Macbeth By A.F. Winter


the old man

He sat by the side of the road.

“Come in old man where it is safe!”

“I’ll stay right here,” he said.

“No matter which side wins,

I will soon be forgotten.”

 

Remember when the old lived long enough to become a burden?

Lived long enough to outlive their usefulness to society?