Category Archives: Poetry

I know how the fish feels

Horace on the Night Shift – MMorehead.

a sharp hook in the gills
I know how it feels
the pinching, the pulling,
of impatient reels.

from the comfort of home
to be viciously shook
by the violent tugging
of an invisible hook.

Just swimming along
minding my own
when from nowhere I know
comes a yanking so strong.

in incredible pain
I’m dragged off my course
all on the whims
of some invisible force.

as fast as it started
the pain begins to cease
my muscles relax
as I feel at peace.

that fish feel no pain
I’ll now never believe
for I’ve felt both the hook
and the blissful reprieve.

–SavvySpoonie 2025

We need some empathy…

Another week, another white man kills a random group of people.

My father in law is known for saying “it’s not the bullet with your name on it that you have to worry about, it’s the one marked “To who it may concern.”

We are losing our people to white terrorists.

Join me in a winding podcast filled with poems and thoughts about privilege, being an ally, and empathy.

A haiku on Twitter, a mass shooting in Boulder, and the freedom of pain killers results in an open discussion on dismantling privilege and the desperate need we have as a nation for empathy in our citizens.