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Rosie Speaks With WCBG Radio

In this interview, Rosie speaks with Riley Bartolomeo and Armend Lajka on WCBG of Wagner College. Rosie discusses her support for Hillary Clinton, her love of Hamilton on Broadway and her disdain for Donald Trump.

Rosie Speaks With Rita Cosby

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i have forgotten how to blog
do this thing
i used to

no more time
no more need maybe
real life trumps virtual
in all forms

in my craft house
first time in 4 ever
here i would hibernate
sun on all sides

in the winter
i have tense conversations with all
about the darkness
lights r brought in

my studio – playground – garden
organized chaos
a rich persons insanity
written on the walls

adele is blasting on my computer
loud as apple will allow
it is never loud enough 4 me
she n james = it

mothers spirit
travels through her
the one she loved above all others
this – she said – is art

the whole woman
perfectly real authentic beauty
political passionate

the one by whom all others r measured
real or imagined
dead or alive

my mother had nick knack shelves
type setters trays
she bought tiny things
for the empty spaces

when i think of home …

waiting in the rain
adele blares
i will be ur remedy
another mass shooting

when the pain cuts u deep
my son in a blue lives matter t
as i merge into the black body
between the world and me

my mouth bleeds
new crowns on swollen gums
porcelain placed and pounded
perfect and numb

in nyack
u text
as talking has always
left u vexed

come on by
flys thru my thumbs
without thought
our love aint water under the bridge

the baby curled
on the cocoa leather couch
the code given
enter – again

u r with a man
10 years ur senior
20 years my junior
from my home town

he offers his hand
eyes down
he has been here before
somehow familiar

his mother –
he confesses
is bi polar
his dad dead

a swamp person
like us
he has survived
many fires

i take u in
ripped blacks jeans
on a starved small frame
let me photograph u in this light

ur arms now marked
like mine
ink stained pain
to define u

i read today
joyce maynard
adopted 2 girls
from Ethiopia

6 and 9 in 2010
14 months later
she gave them away
rehomed them

rehomed is a new word
spell check underlines it
makes no sense
the red dashes say

rehome – verb
to find a new family
for adopted children
on your own

20/20 – did a similar story
a heavy set – gay seeming
republican christian dad
clinging to his stoic wives hand

with tearful watery eyes
they told their tales
of troubled terrorist tykes
and christs redemption

i worry about u
my kid who rehomed herself
there in a strangers house
that somehow feels like your very own

now again in the ER
angry i know
that u feel pain
like all of us

and i know about it
in spite of all ur efforts
at radio silence
i hear

one adam 12 – i adam 12
see the girl
see the girl