
It’s worth it to take a closer look at things that appear suspect.

The Baroness recalls a roundtable with a new neighbor, former USSR Naval Commander living in a suburb of San Francisco, drinking vodka shots and munching on dill pickles. When quizzed as to Cold War, it was whispered that the Soviets resolved “pushing button” only had fifty fifty chance of reaching the objective or blowing up their own ship, as, of course, it was made in USSR.
The Baroness hasn’t posted in a while and she wonders, out loud, muttering through her studio, “has anyone noticed? No! It’s quite like when you go in search of those freedoms you misplaced!”
The Baroness hasn’t been painting…it makes her a little brittle of tongue. Suffice it to say as the weather warms and the aches and pains subside, she promises to take the brush in hand once again. Meanwhile, she’s been visiting the attic and rearranging all her paintings into something that resembles the Barnes in Pennsylvania when she stumbled across Liberty and lamented “It’s very clear to those that pay attention, our freedoms have been noticeably diluted to the point that they are no longer visible…post this for me, won’t you?”
A couple of months ago I removed this post because this work was selected to be published in a literary journal. (Clamor, 2022, the Art and Literary Journal, University of Washington at Bothell). Inspired by bullies behind keyboards and bots that troll on Twitter.