The fifth of seven poems written this morning.

Life intervenes.

This was one on a series of poems I wrote while working in an insurance company shortly before I left California.  I used to write short poems while I was waiting on hold.

I have never read this publicly, but I did read it to my meditation group in Florida in the late 1990s.  This is the first time it appears in print.

This is the 12th of fifteen 10-word poems I wrote this morning, 23 June 2015.  I posted them here in the order in which I wrote them.

This poem was inspired by an incident when I was in college, and involved as a member of a volunteer marine mammal stranding network, run by WhaleWatch in partnership with Marineland of the Pacific in Palos Verdes.  I lived near the beach in Santa Monica, and when one morning after a bad storm a friend and I were called out on the report of a stranded dolphin nearby, we met in the closest parking lot and began our search.  

We never did find the dolphin, but we did find an emaciated baby sea lion, orphaned or abandoned by its mother, which was very weak and near death.  I sat on the beach with its head on my lap while my friend searched for a phone from which to call the California Department of Fish and Game.  It was sad that it had to be put down, but as it was clearly suffering, it was also the kindest thing to do.

I shared this poem with my meditation group shortly after writing it.  This is the first time it appears in print.

Three alternative Florida doctors, all targeted by the government, all dead within two weeks.

The first was Dr. Jedd Bradstreet, known for being one of the first doctors to connect routine childhood vaccines to childhood autism, after his own child was struck by autism following a routine vaccination.  He was found face down in a river with a shotgun blast to the chest.  Law enforcement concluded that the wound was self-inflicted.  Not surprisingly, his family, who insists that he was in good spirits and not depressed, strongly suspects foul play.

On Father's Day, June 21st, Dr. Bruce Hedendal DC Ph.D. was found dead in his car, with no obvious cause of death.  To date, there has STILL been no cause of death released.  He too was targeted by the government for successfully treating his patients with alternative means.

Finally, Dr. Theresa Sievers, a successful alternative doctor in Southwest Florida, was attacked in her own home and murdered, in an upscale neighborhood with very little crime.  She too was targeted by the government for successfully treating her patients using alternative means.  At least in her case law enforcement is being honest enough and calling her death a ******.

All three of these doctors left behind spouses and children, thriving practices and heartbroken patients, and apparently, died as a direct result of their commitment to treating their patients in the best and most effective method possible, while steering clear of the harmful petrochemical drugs currently favored by Big Medicine and Big Pharma.  

Inform yourselves.

This poem has appeared before in print and online in Stash Magazine, of St. Petersburg, Florida, which is now defunct.  
It also appeared online on the website of www.Deist.com, also based out of the Tampa Bay area, which was devoted to the furthering of Deism, which is a non-denominational belief in God through reason; the website now belongs to an unrelated business which has nothing to do with religion or philosophy.

I have read this poem in public on several occasions.  This is the first time it appears in print.

This is the 1st of fifteen 10-word poems I wrote this morning, 23 June 2015.  I posted them here in the order in which I wrote them.

The seventh of nine short poems written before I got out of bed this morning.
c.2015 Cori MacNaughton

I wrote this a year and a half prior to meeting my current husband - who proved to me that lightning can, indeed, strike twice.  ;-)

I have read this in public but this is the first time it appears in print.

This is the seventh and final poem I wrote this morning, 24 June 2015.

I wrote this poem with one person in mind, only to realize belatedly that it applied to a greater or lesser extent to most of the women in my family, including myself, as well as to a number of my friends.

We all have that side to ourselves we want to pretend does not exist.

I have read this poem in public but this is the first time it appears in print.

I have read this poem in public on several occasions.  This is the first time it appears in print.

This is the 3rd of fifteen 10-word poems I wrote this morning, 23 June 2015.  I posted them here in the order in which I wrote them.