Hatred spews into
Airwaves,
Entering homes,
Landing on ears
And in hearts,
Rattling emotions
Into fury, worry, grief.
Fathers kick dogs,
Throw plates,
Seek solace
In liquid spirits
Or tuck inside themselves.
Others evade negative stories,
Released media-saturation long ago,
Sit in silence.
In these hearts,
Love reigns
On rose-petaled porches,
Lazes upon hammocks,
Hums with birds at dawn.
Love mails cards,
Sends money to wounded ones,
Skips to the mailbox.
Always,
We choose how to live.
– Joy Resor
July 2018