This is a space where I have a mid life crisis, write about my creative journey, and talk about songwriting and share bits of terrible poetry.

Artemis II

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The rocket streaking through the sky 

Destination: The moon.

It seems like something we could all celebrate

Even the ones who we hate.

And not a peep from the warmongers.

They do not want us to celebrate even this accomplishment

This thing that could be his legacy.

First time in my lifetime.

My dad called to tell me.

Before I was born they happened all the time.

And then they stopped right around then…

It’s almost like they don’t want us to know.

Or remember.

They want us angry and fearful.

And yes, I do worry for them,

The ones hurtling through space.

The lead graduated from RPI

My son vaguely knew this was happening

Bc they talked about it when he toured their campus.

(They were excited)

But I am mired in questions about whether I am even still a citizen.

Will they take that away too

Like they have taken everything else

Including my pride in this once great nation.

The place I just happened to be born.

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