Brighten the lamp

The faceless, nameless, self-styled philosopher and pundit

Sits in his chair, tapping abusive posts

Hiding behind his anonymity

Cowardly scathing all and sundry

Except his red-handed self.

Celebrities or fellow bloggers;

no one is safe

But other men’s wives and other kids’ moms

are his fetish faves.

He calls himself “spiritually aware and compassionate.”

And he says he hopes we “sleep well.”

Popping bullets with his wordy gun.

Who knows, maybe today he’s killed

another one.


Rise up, true voices cowering;

let us not be silenced.

In the well, we do not sleep.

So brighten the lamp.

Those gone bloggers —

let them not have disappeared

for nothing.





Note: Please do not respond to this post with expressions of pity, nor with inquiries. Sharing your own stories, or understanding of the problem, here or on your own blogs, is, of course, welcome. 🌱 A simple “like”/star is also an appreciated brightening of the lamp. 🌟 Sending love.

Nadine inhales & exhales words & images from current vantage point in Auvergne, France. Thank you for reading. ❤︎

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