Poetry can slice through a lot of nonsense. Politicized issues about aging, health care, faith, humanity and even pestilence are made clear line by line.
I listened to Julia's poems and I was uncomfortable, not in a bad way. It was the feelings of recognition. Of the reality of being vulnerable to other people who will take advantage. It is also the recognition of others who will rise up and overcome the darkness but not before a lot of tears.
The discomfort is the reality of remembering to focusing on what is really important. We need to be made uncomfortable if we are to deal with our ever evolving future. This is Julia Stein's poem entitled Where Love Is.
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