Fingers fly over faces, some smiling, others

stoic, then the occasional blurry one, or

the pic that’s 20 years old.

Profiles abound, shuffled through like a deck of

cards—which one is a winner—place

your bets.

Although slightly ashamed of it, my image is

paraded for all to see, fortunately, the name has

been changed to protect the guilty.

Online, members are searching, hoping to find the

diamond in the rough, the Trophy Wife, or

runner-up girlfriend.

Although anthropologically fascinating, the viewing

feels artificial. Still, it’s the safest way to proceed,

or is it?

by,

Joan Ellen Gage

(Note, image above is from online dating photos).

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Spun to Death

This modern amoral, truth-spun (Let’s

not call them lies) world, sends me

under the covers, hiding from the daily

talking heads delivering todays

affronts to hearts that still

beat for humanity and brotherhood;

hearts that bleed and crack

open from the onslaught of

cruelty and cowardice, while our

minds consider madness rather than

try to wrap what constitutes

truth around them.

Can we not bless the poor, the

downtrodden, can’t we feed them, heal

them, help them, can we not

remember we are the same, the

same flesh, the same heart, can we

stand for something more than lower

taxes, something more than our selfish

inward islands, for protecting our own

asses and screw anyone else? I am

spun to

death.

by Joan Ellen Gage