Wednesday, March 18, 2026

Invisible Noise

 This anxiety-

This PTSD-

Isn't weakness.

It's evidence.

Evidence of wars

We sent kids to fight.

Evidence of streets

We let fall apart.

Evidenceof a system

That profits

From survival mode.

We call them heroes

Then ignore

Their funerals.


We preach strength

But cut

The lifelines.

Tell people

To "man up,"

"pray harder,"

"work more,"

"stop complaining."

Meanwhile

The numbers climb-

Quietly.

Daily.

Predictably.

This isn't personal failure.

It's collective neglect.

And history

Will remember 

How comfortable

We were

Looking away. 


 I'm here. 

Hope ya'll are doing ok.

I have a new book out "Whispers within Pictures" under my name kristin n hurtig on amazon. It's a poetry book. Poems linked to a photograph taken by friends of mine, and myself. 

Go check it out, get your copy and get one for a loved one or friend. 

Sunday, March 8, 2026

Life, Yesterday

 Today-

verses yesterday.

So many now

are dependent

on the modern

technologies –

And hung up on

the materialistic things.

 

Forgetting

the feel of iron

worn smooth

by calloused hands.

 

Forgetting

when work meant sweat,

not screens-

when engines coughed to life

instead of booting up.

 

Back then

things were fixed-

not replaced.

Neighbors helped-

not posted.

 

Yesterday was slower,

harder,

maybe even quieter-

but it was real.

 

But it meant something.

Things were built

to last.

People were, too.

 

Steel.

soil.




Photo Credit: Kristin Sue Photography

Saturday, March 7, 2026

Only Red

 

Politicians speak-

But why are we listening
to the voices
that profit
from our division?
We echo. 

They draw lines
across maps,
Across screens,
Across us.
at They hand us labels
like weapons-
Race.
Party.
Gender.
Belief.
Orientation.

And we fire at each other
while they stand there untouched.

You say you love this country-
Then love the people in it.
All of them.
Not just the ones
who mirror you.

Because when the shouting stops,
when the cameras go dark,
when the speeches fade-
There are no sides.
There is only blood.
And it is red. 

I'm Back...

 Well, hello ya'll! It's been a quite some time since I wrote anything here. Life got busy, probably for you as well. But I am back and going to start using this platform again as well as my other writing platforms that I have started since. This post will just be just this, a "hey I am back" post! Hopefully you will frequent this page, and I will get new followers. 

I have been doing a lot of writing these last few years. I have been working and enjoying life with my wife. Life has been keeping me busy. 

Wednesday, March 16, 2022

 

Cancer Sucks

It takes so many

And without discrimination,

It effects so many, not just the one it affects.

 

Some will fight and beat you,

Others will put up a long, tough fight,

But in the end, they lose the battle.

 

You fought so hard,

You never gave up,

You may have lost to cancer,

But you are the winner with all of us,

You knew when it was time to let go,

To stop fighting,

And that my friend takes more courage and strength

Then to stand up and fight cancer,

It may have taken your body,

But your spirit remains inside all of us.

 

You came into each of our lives,

You left an imprint on our souls that will be there for the rest of our living years,

You left us with your love, sarcasm,

Showed us compassion, and how to strive and thrive.

 

You my friend will be missed each day and every day

for the rest of our lives,

Rest in peace,

You are now whole again,

Until we meet again.

 

 

The Plan

 

I am pretty sure God has a plan,

I wasn’t always sure before,

Although as each day begins,

I believe it is so,

although it doesn’t stop us from

making plans.

When we make plans,

it makes Him laugh,

we’re told all in good time,

our plans will happen

when the time is right,

we just need to stick to the plan,

as written,

His plan and trust,

everything happens for a reason.

 

We will always make our own plan,

Just because,

We want to try speed up results,

As life is too short as we know it,

The trick is not to stress or fuss

When it doesn’t go as we planned.

 

No need to stress

Or fuss,

Just need to trust,

He will deliver

At the right time.