Shall We Awake From This Nightmare ~ By ElizaBeth Coira

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May this nightmare never come to full fruition. We must shatter the sickly seeds that have already taken root.

As I write from a smokey, hazy eastern Washington state; I wonder who could ever truly believe that chopping down trees, “thinning out” forests, would actually reduce our risk of fires.  Dense forests hold in more moisture and create balanced, thriving micro-ecosystems–which are more resilient to fires. Just take a look around. Wander through a dense forest. And wander through one that’s been thinned, harvested, slaughtered. What feels right, healthier, balanced? I can assure you it’s not the one that’s been gutted out.

What sickens me more than the smokey haze is our current leadership’s audacity to insert an agenda of profit and greed as a solution to the effects of our already egregious state of environmental degradation. May we the people rescue our great country from the grips of this unspeakable, unfathomable, undeniable evil before it’s too late. May this poem be a warning of what is not inevitable, but of what may come to pass, should you continue to sit idly by, doing absolutely nothing for the Greater Good that has nurtured you.

Mother ~ Ocean ~ Home – By ElizaBeth Coira

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The poisoning of our oceans and waterways is unconscionable, suicidal. I invite and encourage all of us to evolve our interactions with our beautiful planet…change the tides…be a part of a solution…find a better way.

Happy Election Day ~ By ElizaBeth Coira

Will this world burn?

It already is.
Another day I can’t really go
Outside
Without poison invading my lungs and eyes

The smokey haze of forest fires
Extreme heat
Too many days
Without the cool embrace of rain

While climate change deniers
And public health protections
Get louder
Dry out
A sick joke feeds the haze

The ego, greed, hate, fear
Hurt, corrupt more hearts and minds

I wonder if the devil
Has reserved a place
For Trump, his family, donors, supporters
And the common voter
–All enablers of an unspeakable, unfathomable, undeniable evil

I wonder what have I done
To deserve such company
For surely Paradise
Is the Here and Now

Planet Earth as Heaven
There’s a case to be made
As well as for those who choose otherwise

Farm out her virtues
To the highest bidder
Sell off her honor
To the basest of bastards

I’d like to say
I’ll see you in hell
But so many books claim
This is All

And since we must sit
Tete-a-Tete
I suppose I shall thank you
For marching us straight
Into the depths

Who votes for the devil
To do God’s work
I sure as hell didn’t
And we shall not forget
Those of you who do

Duty ~ By ElizaBeth Coira

Is it my duty
Obligation
Responsibility
To put on
A pretty face for you

Simply because I’m a woman

As though my life
Weren’t meant for more
Than the shadowy
Fantasies
Of others

As though my life
Weren’t my own
Beyond what a man
Would pay for

No my friends
That moment has passed
Of social sickness
Putrid illness

At least in my mind
But what’s true for you
Do you buy and consume
The old bloody ruse

How funny
How entrenched
The sins of old
Designed to confine us
And subjugate

One from another
Equal lovers
Partners make
For very poor soldiers

Converts and subjects
Free thinking
Free loving
Free wielding
Free me
Free you
For we

Are meant for more
Than such trifles
Distractions
Pawns
In a muddled
Man-made game

I’m looking forward to sharing this piece, and a couple others, TONIGHT, at the Spokane FemFest–Feminist Art Festival! Checkout this clip of our recent interview on Good Day Spokane, highlighting the event! And join us in Spokane, Washington tonight, 6 pm at the Bartlett, if you can!