This poem seemed relevant today, confronted with current events. Let me know your thoughts.
Recent current events in Germany being what they are, this poem decided it would like to resurface and walk about a bit as we discuss issues of freedom, individual liberty, and choice vs. solidarity. Our safety and our responsibilities as citizens on this planet, but also the liberties we have struggled to gain for ourselves as individuals. Our pasts should be remembered, certainly, as a warning of what could easily be our futures. I’d love to hear your thoughts on all of this.
They opened up the parlors.
We can’t work with angry hair.
Barber dryer,
tendriled wires,
German chatter,
electric glamour.
Hair like soil from high boots;
the massacre of dead ends,
piled on the tiled floor
after months of skin and dust.
Today, there’s the fluttering
cushioned carousel chair,
my son’s body diffusing,
curled into twirling leather,
amid pandemic blether.
Gleeful in his last moments
of unruly hair.
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Yard Sale of Thoughts 
I could use a haircut.
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Nicely done
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Yes, well. Maybe that’s why this poem resurfaced.
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I remember reblogging this.
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Indeed. Seems like a lifetime ago, those lockdowns, as we stare at other doors about to lock…
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Yup, past life. Lots happened this year despite largely being housebound.
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Of all the powerful poems you continue to write, this is still one of my favourites.
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Thank you, Hobbo. I agree. This moment, this first haircut and first time being allowed to get it cut, indelible memories. Glad I capture it a bit with this verse.
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It’s one of those where you deserve to give yourself a big pat on the back
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☺️
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I remember this. The juxtaposition is so powerful…
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Thank you, Worms. It came to mind today.
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Gosh this reminds me of cutting my own hair for three months of the pandemic, and the elation I felt when I finally got it cut by someone.
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Yes, we were raggedy. It was longer in Germany, where I was at the time.
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