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Poem – A mouse called Wulf

Poem – A mouse called Wulf

His gleaming eyes on you–
Every move carefully watched.
All is noted.
All is awed.

His small grasping claws
Move in cautious motion.
Never much noise makes he.
Hardly a peep cried.

Just Eyes,
Ever-present
On you and your being–
The curious monstrosity
Hovering above him
Like an ever-present
Reminder of the imprisonment
That holds him forever
From the freedom of his nature…

12/28/1990

Poem - A mouse called Wulf - by Galen Skye
Speaking of Current Events in TV is vital

Speaking of Current Events in TV is vital

I was watching tv tonight, my typical late Saturday binge of Station 19 and Grey’s Anatomy, and I realized something. Speaking to current events in television is so very important. In fact, it’s vital to the chronicle of our history.

Television has been strange in 2020 once things started up again this fall. What were we to expect? How would our favourite shows handle the pandemic, or would they even acknowledge it? Do we even want them to?

I did. I do. I believe that when we have things in our country that need to be talked about the first thing that needs to happen is get the perspectives out there. Get the characters that we know and love talking about it, even if what they say surprises us or challenges our own beliefs. It is that challenge that opens minds and brings new perspective to our worlds just as reading a book can or seeing a movie. Letting ourselves experience current events through the eyes of our favourite (or least favourite) characters can be cathartic. It can be educational. It can be necessary to better understanding of incredibly important issues that get missed because we are tired of the news, or because we cannot see both sides.

Unfortunately, of the hit and miss spectacle of television out there, it is more miss than hit. I get it. Ratings. The comfort of the Actors. The comfort of the writers, producers, etc. felt more important this summer when things looked better, and hope warred with the information coming from health professionals saying, ‘it is going to get so much worse’. Some shows chose to gloss over it. Address it, but do so lightly, and then move past with token moments that acknowledge what is going on outside your living room. Others moved passed it entirely to the future time when COVID-19 will, they hope, be a distant memory. Some, like historical dramas, could not address is, but ironically, many of those have had messages about it, an acknowledgement by the actors and writers involved. And a few, a very precious few have faced the Pandemic head on.

Tonight, as I watched the fall finale for Station 19 and Grey’s Anatomy, I found me self strangely comforted by their boldness, when they should not need to be considered bold. They are facing not only the pandemic, but also the racism that has plagued our country for far too long. They are not just talking about it, acknowledging it, but standing up, standing their ground, and discussing it, bringing it to the attention of anyone watching in such a way that you cannot ignore it if you’re going to keep watching. 

There have been times over the years where I have tired of Grey’s Anatomy, or maybe just lost interest temporarily, but I often tune back in. I am a writer at heart who loves a good story told well. When it counts, when it really counts, they often deliver. This fall both Grey’s Anatomy and Station 19 have not only delivered, but they challenge people watching to face fears, to talk about them. They are getting important information out about what things are really like and why health professionals have been trying so hard to get the people in this country to listen.  They have given respect and dignity to the memories of those we have lost through stories that mirror that of so many in this country. And I am grateful for this.

I am grateful, because the television that we watch will one day be a chronicle of our history for others. Yes, there will be news stories. Yes, there will be videos and so many other things. But these shows bring the human element to it and they do so unapologetically.

Are they difficult to watch? So difficult at times that I must pause and walk away. Are they completely accurate—they so extremely hard and the science, the information is there. They even debate the information much as scientists, doctors and first responders have throughout the pandemic. If they get it wrong, they adjust, and it is believable, and worthy. Are they perfect? Of course not, it is still fiction, but it is a much more palatable bit of fiction that the fantasy world that so many other shows are displaying. The heart-breaking aspect of these other shows is that they are actually further the distrust in the population that politics sowed. Why should you wear a mask if the people in your favourite Chicago show are not? The hesitancy of some television shows to address the difficult issues in our current world is one of the reasons so many of the problems exist.

This year, this incredible, terrible, frightening, amazing year should not be ignored by the shows and characters we hold close to our heart. Embracing it, is so important to our history. The shows that do, will be the ones that we remember years from now. They will be what sparks memories and stories we will tell our children’s children. They will remind us of those we lost and those we saved. Watching the ones who don’t hide from the current events of 2020, 2021 and probably 2022 will allow us to process it, and remember, so hopefully, we don’t make the same choices that put us in such a terrible place.

And, yes, maybe there are some who will stop watching these shows all together, and others who can not watch them right now, but will later, when it’s not quite so frightening go back and watch them, or even some who will continue with the show when it’s moved on. We make our choices and those are ours. But history will look back and archive these choices, and because a small few chose to stand, the children in our future will see a glimpse of what 2020 was really like and that some of us DID fight and discuss and attempt to keep an open mind.

And if just a small handful watch these shows and finally understand, then they have done more service to this country and the path toward healing and a brighter future than any of the others together.

I hope that you can find something reassuring in the coming days, something that brings you hope for the future and an understanding of how things currently stand.

Most of all, as I close this up and get my self to bed, I hope you are well. I hope you have happiness in your days ahead. I hope you are safe.

Galen S. Skye

(Draft) 2020 – Land of the Free

(Draft) 2020 – Land of the Free

Land of the free?
I saw a sign today.
A protester stating that the freedom
“We the people” are granted
Means they should be able to choose life,
Their life,
Above others.

Land of the free?
Yes, we are free— free to vote, free to pray,
Free to love (sometimes),
Free to walk, run, dance and sing.

Land of the free—
Not land of the “do whatever the fuck you want.”
Not the land where we murder
Our Neighbors,  
Our Grandparents
…Veterans
…Children.

This is the land where everyone
Should have a chance at the American Dream.
Not YOUR sanctimonious Dream of a White America.
Not the dream that only the strong survive—
Some of the most important people in history
Were not “strong” by your ideals.

Maya Angelou
Emily Dickinson
Stephen Hawking
Vivian Thomas
Arthur Ashe
Louis May Alcott

The Dream of having a better life, freedom for family,
Freedom to love and grow safe from persecution,
Is not just your right, it is everyone’s.

This is the land of the Free,
But lest you forget, this is also
The home of the brave.
So, keep your asses at home and
Quit spreading your freedom all over the damn country.

Be Brave, not stupid.

GSS – 22 April 2020

I fly, I exist (draft)

I fly, I exist (draft)

I am here
Though you may not notice
Above the trees I soar
High within the clouds
Looking down upon the earth.            
And so I guard you.

The wind lifts my wings,
I Coast down, my eyes closing
As I sniff the warm spring air.
Tilting my head, I come to land
My hooves clicking softly on the stone path.            
Though you can not see me.

This glade is my home
Far beyond the veil of knowing
Into a land where my like reside
Mystic in our presence
Forgotten with time            
And yet we both, in anticipation, wait.

Folding my wings along my back
I walk along the steams edge.
My silken mane falls forward
As I bend to drink;
Crystalline liquid there to quench my thirst.            
And for a moment, I exist.

With a great bellow
I toss my head back and rear up.
Muscles stretch as I announce myself
To the world, knowing none could hear me
Yet wishing, just once, for some imagination.            
And then, suddenly she, too, was there.

A wee thing.
Golden hair falling to waist
Smiling as she look directly at me.
Seeing me.
And enjoying the majesty of it.            
A wee thing, smiling.

She clapped her hands for me.
Laughter floated toward me
Upon the breeze, spurning me forward
With great pride I raced on the wind
Wings spread as it lifted me up.            
I danced in the sky as she watched me fly.
 

I am here
And so I guard you,
Though you can not see me,
And yet we both, in anticipation, wait.
And for a moment, I exist.
And then, suddenly, she, too, was there;
A wee thing, smiling.            

I danced in the sky as she watched me fly

You see me…

You see me…

Your hand upon my face
Is a balm to my soul.
Each gentle caress
Speaks so loudly that
My cheek tingles long after
Your touch moves on.
You see me with the tips of your fingers.
With my voice, my words,
I paint the world in the colours and imagination
Of a visual childhood you scarcely recall.
Each phrase feeds your senses;
A verbal texture to the unknown.
Yet, after your touch,
My words seem inadequate.
You see me as others before never did before.
Perhaps, though
They never really opened their eyes,
Never really saw,
And in that not-seeing world, missed everything.
You see me, with the caress of your hand.
And in that caress, I finally see myself.
 
 
 

Change is worth the work.

Change is worth the work.

Change is Organic, not instant.
It moves slowly, and not always in linear fashion.
Each step forward breaks through,
But sometimes, it slides back and Fear and Hopelessness
Grip us, undermine us and take away that which we have gained.

Oh how we desire to be able to change the world
In a heartbeat–
Pass laws, and have the rest of our country
Fall in line with the future.
We are Idealists, and sometimes with Idealism
Comes the crashing realism.
We are full of such hope that it overwhelms us.

Freedom is not easy, nor is it free, but
Hope is, hope can carry you through,
Faith can drive you, faith in friendships, in the
greater goodness of a people.

Courage can win against even the most insurmountable odds.
Do not fear courage, do not give into hatred…
Accept what you can not change RIGHT NOW, and
Be PASSIONATE about what you can change in the Future.
EMBRACE the opportunity to fight harder, be stronger, and more brave.

We are Change, and Change is never easy.
But oh, it is so very worth it.

–G S Skye, November 11th, 2016

Poem – Ode to a Bee and Lament to Callie

Poem – Ode to a Bee and Lament to Callie

Upon a leave of clover it alit
Just near where she did sit.
And there, so quietly
Sniffed our dear Callie.
Gentle spirit, good ole friend,
Gone out with Dad fishing again.
Shaken paws and belly rubs.
Days forever filled with Golden love.
Little sis, yet older still,
So much joy our lives she did fill.
Gentle creature, our hearts she did win.
Let your forever begin anew my friend.

3 sept, 2015

Poetry Flashback -I can’t watch you lose… (2004)

Poetry Flashback -I can’t watch you lose… (2004)

It stains your soul;
Slowly chips the walls away.
I don’t have the answers,
I can’t watch the price you will pay.

You’ll find so many times in life
That when we fight our inner light
The darkness warps the mind
Leaving us wanting more.

You’re tired, your soul feels weak.
Lash out at life. Push away the needs.
Watch it consume your hope,
See the faith just fade away.

Let it go.
You’ll only add to the pain.
Wounds fester until there is
Nothing left to gain

It bleeds through you.
Taints each time you choose.

I don’t have the answers,
But I can’t watch you lose.


Just let me go, let me sigh.
Don’t let me go alone!
You say, ‘please, have mercy,
Don’t leave me to die.’

I know… we should try
To bring this life to a further test.
Yet no longer can I pass by,
Just let me rest.

It passes through you.
Fades each time you choose.

I don’t have the answers,
But I just can’t watch you lose.


— Galen Skye

Poetry Flashback: We are weathered in our souls… (2009)

Poetry Flashback: We are weathered in our souls… (2009)

We are weathered in our souls
Lines of experience etched into every corner
As we watch over our loved ones
Carry our spirits along the fate’s path
Within a single moment,
A flash of expression
Can tell a story more profound than
One hundred well written pages of a favorite novel.
We are tempered in our spirits
Adjusted to a life long and fulfilled.
Memories carrying us through
To the other side of possibility.
Here in this life I find
The evidence of a trust so
Deep and full of faith
That I find myself in awe.
Believe in the weathered soul
For there is a lesson in life before you.
Learn from the tempered spirit
For there is a beauty of peace awaiting you.
Trust in yourself,
For there is a world of wonder within you.
Believe.