Sunday, February 19

In Memory of Irene


Our unrealistic attitudes about death, through a doctor’s eyes


I.
Collapsed
Head tucked under a small table
Feeling fibers of her life unweave
Willing herself back from sweet oblivion

Awoke the next morning,
Her last sunrise,
Called the bank, her lawyer
Signed endless forms
Called to say goodbye
Before the final rest

II.
Deliverer of dreams,
Prayer of the pushke,
Days after her loss
He found his first professorship,
Weeks after,
Baby blossomed  in my infertile womb

III.
She still visits me in dreams,
Four years later,
Many nights I find my arms filled with her lost paintings,
Her fingers covered in costume jewelry turned treasure,
Her slender wrinkled hand in my own

IV.
I will light a candle,
Lend my unborn daughter her name,
Pray for her safe passage

Friday, February 17

Double Death


Elie Wiesel: Mormon baptism of Holocaust victims ‘scandalous’


Murdered by the millions
רַבָּא שְׁמֵהּ וְיִתְקַדַּשׁ יִתְגַּדַּל
They recited the Mourners Kaddish
Over their own living corpses

Broken bodies long turned to ash
Jewish souls  
Newly baptized to Mormon faith

Wednesday, February 15

Fast Eddie's Son


19 Years and £1 Million Later, a Past Catches Up

Not long after the white veil and dress were cleaned and stored
His words began to slur

His father made millions vanish from an armored vehicle
Childhood on the run
From England to America,
Cosmopolitan cities to the Ozarks
His mother fell from fancy dinners to cleaning houses

His family name King,
Tattooed on each of our wrists,
Just another fiction masquerading as truth 

Monday, February 13

Red Stained Silence


NATO says found Afghan children dead after air strike

Dense snow fell like tufts of cotton
As boys  herded flocks of sheep
White on white
Until bombs ricocheted like fireworks,
Yielding only red stained silence.

Sunday, February 12

Amazonia


The river traders of Brazil


Air grows thin
At the lacy peak of Inga trees
30 meters above forest floor
A handful of fruit
Brings glittering change, and silence of the belly’s pleading

A village of children
Canoe down the Tajaparu
Scramble up ferries,
Desperate to avoid propellers,
Selling fruits and bowl of beans and rice
Before night falls

Friday, February 10

Inequality


Education Gap Grows Between Rich and Poor, Studies Say

I.
Off to ballet wearing a pearly tutu,
Mother and father watching every twirl from behind the two-way mirror

Playing a pint sized guitar at the School of Folk Music,
Painting and sculpting with Nanny in art class,

Play date at the private academy,
Overseen by teachers with clip boards.

Consultant promises it will improve her profile
Essays and interviews
Applications and strategies
Almost three years old,
Seeking an elite pre-schools.


II.
On good days,
Mama will talk about the foods as she puts them in the cart,
Labeling fruits and vegetables,
Revealing their names.

Most weeks
She is distracted,
Tallying the items, deciding what necessity to live without.

Wednesday, February 8

War is Peace



"We should start considering ... arming the opposition. The bloodletting has got to stop," Sen. John McCain, R-Ariz., said.

5,000 dead
Now he wants to arm masses with machine guns
To stop the flow of Syrian wounds

Bodies will litter the streets
Blood will run like rivers
Children will ache for lost parents
Panic and terror, the only certainties

The bloodletting has to stop