Friday, September 30

The Butcher


Black Widow Cannibal Seeks Parole

Blood red hat and cherry stilettos
Scarlet lipstick, perfectly applied
Wielding a cleaver

His groping hands fried in scalding oil;
His head baked in the oven, finally devoid of smirk;
His skin clawed away by her nails  lacquered in crimson 

Wednesday, September 28

Severed


Five severed heads left outside Mexican school

Heads in a burlap sack
Like Medusa’s, streaming with snakes,
Turning men to statue

Only this is no myth
Mexican faces
Seething with maggots
Rotting outside the primary school

Classes canceled
Children turned to stone

Tuesday, September 27

Regret


Hands knotted in prayer,
Frayed fibers braided together
Women reduced to pillars of rope
Chanting until hair becomes flax
Muscles and sinews, twine,
Lips stitched together

Monday, September 26

Women Hold Up Half the Sky

http://www.halfthesky.org/about/faq.php

Women hold up half the sky
With long, lean fingers and arms that cradle babies,
Or harvest long rows of rice

Women hold down the earth
With balance and poise,
Though the ground quakes beneath them

Women encircle the ocean
With arms that span continents and great depths,
Reaching across the spinning planet

Women nourish the world
One humble meal at a time

Saturday, September 24

Spontaneous Combustion


Spontaneous human combustion kills Irish man, police say

Set himself alight
Dreaming of shining like an asteroid,
Commanding crowds,
Light searing from all-seeing eyes

Burning away on the couch
A pile of ashes in his wake

Friday, September 23

Last Meal




You ignored the fried okra dipped in ketchup,
And chicken fried steak with gravy;
Thinking only of the hunger to come

You didn’t touch the triple bacon cheeseburger;
Steak Fajitas;
Saucy Barbeque or white bread;
Remembering the tang of blood as his body dragged behind your pick-up truck

You couldn’t stomach
The rootbeer;
Old fashioned vanilla ice cream or
Peanutbutter fudge,
Mocked by fleeting sweetness

Thursday, September 22

Cage Fight


Boys' fight in cage 'very barbaric' 

Waif-like boys,
Slender and slight,

Fight for supremacy in a metal cage
Filled with rage,

As drunken men cheer
Chant and jeer.

Vulnerable boys
Gnash their teeth,
Pray for relief.

Wednesday, September 21

Lies, Damned Lies and Statistics


How to Behave Upon the News that a Satellite Might, Possibly, Hit the Earth Friday

Satellite barreling towards earth
Tunneling through black space and blue sky
What are the chances you’ll destroy my life?

1/3200 apparently,
Yet we’ll have Teddy Bear tea parties and clean the kitchen,
Oblivious to the strange pull of your trajectory

Statistics marching before my eyes like armies of plastic soldiers
Menacing, yet miniscule,
Reckoning with numbers a tormenting game
To keep danger at bay

Tuesday, September 20

"It Gets Better"


14-Year-Old Who Made ‘It Gets Better’ Video Commits Suicide Amidst Bullying

“It gets better”
You promise
As you rake fingers nervously through tousled hair,
Glancing periodically beyond the camera’s view

“It gets better”
You repeat
Treasured mantra for fourteen year old
Taunted and belittled at every turn

“It gets better”
You allege,
As you try to reassure other queer kids marooned in adolescence

 Yet four months later,
You are gone…

Monday, September 19

Sold Out


Black man in overalls
Wearing Obama campaign buttons
Knowing eyes
Face painted eerily white
Flag waving in the background
Forehead marked “Sold:

Saturday, September 17

Anonymous Unveiled


Anonymous Comes Out In The Open

Anonymous peels away his harlequin mask
Claiming millions of salacious paintings
Owning up to thousands of editorials

No longer modest
Anonymous scrawls his name in red spray paint

Friday, September 16

Prayer Outlawed


Paris ban on Muslim street prayers comes into effect
Thousands roll woven rugs
Onto ancient cobblestones in Paris
Prostrating despite the passersby
Thinking only of Allah
What public servant, what breed of man,
Will forbid their prayers?

Thursday, September 15

My Father is Li Shuangjiang



Detention for road rage teenage son of China general


How do they dare call the police?
My father is the state,
Crooning patriotic songs on the television each night.

Of course I beat them,
A man like a used tea bag and his sniveling wife.

Defer to my Mercedes,
To my family, to my righteousness

Tuesday, September 13

Deliverance


'Wi-fi refugees' Shelter in West Virginia Mountains
 What strange misfire
What silent synaptical shudder
Drove you to your cage of wood and glass?
Hiding in West Virginia’s mountains
Doors and windows sealed,
Praying for deliverance from modernity?

Monday, September 12

50 New Planets


New ‘super-Earth’ is 36 light-years distant, might hold water, astronomers say


Godlike, we see them
Glistening in far reaches of inky galaxy
50 new planets 
Luminescent in loneliness
Orbiting stars, circling beyond our sun

Sunday, September 11

Failed Flights


Ten years haven’t dimmed the memory
Of bodies careening in free fall
Diving to their deaths in wordless failed flights
From ruined scrapers of the sky

Saturday, September 10

Murdered in the Promised Land


Sacrificing Their Lives to Work


"We are citizens of heaven"
Yet undocumented on earth
Crossing the dessert with coyotes,
Clutching empty water bottles and hope

We come from Honduras, El Salvador, Guatemala, across the fence
Saving for food carts and modest plots of land

Finally reached Los Estados Unidos
Massacred by Los Zatos
Murdered in the Promised Land

Friday, September 9

Mysterious Invader



A majority of Afghans have no idea about the September 2001 terror 
attacks against the US

What is this “nineleven”
Of which you speak?
We struggle to purchase donkeys
To make a parched land bloom
To grow poppies instead of the wheat
You’ve foisted upon us
You line our streets
With machine guns and fatigues
What is this “nineleven”
Of which you speak?

Thursday, September 8

Cow Funeral


Funeral held for cows reflects Chinese farmers’ woes

http://www.ministryoftofu.com/2011/09/video-funeral-held-for-cows-reflects-chinese-farmers-woes/


Starved and lowing
Your stolen milk left to sour, curdling in the heat.

The government took your grain, your water,
Leaving me with empty, trembling hands.

Haunted by your deep bellows,
Your resigned eyes.

I hung parchment prayers
Stark Chinese characters to guide your path,
Hired monks to chant for your souls,
To find a peaceful pasture.

Wednesday, September 7

Tuesday, September 6

Widening Gyre (Draft)


Beyond swirling gyre
Refuse clots the ocean

Where strong circular currents give way to placid blue
Refrigerator doors, shopping bags, discarded beach balls
Bob endlessly in miles and miles of water

Billions of plastic bottles of h20
Floating in endless sea

Plastic sand, like dunes of pastel confetti,
Outlives us all

Ghost fishing nets
Floated away from sure hands,
Catching and killing all in their wake, always

Albatross chicks found dead
Pile of dun gray feathers
Hungry bellies filled with brightly colored bottle caps

Monday, September 5

Untouchable


Wikileaks: India's Mayawati 'sent jet to collect shoes'


They long for paved roads
Instead of dirt rising in the sunlight 
And clean wells
Not mornings spent walking to the polluted river

She scorns humble garlands of jasmine,
Demanding rupees.
Building only statues of herself

Sunday, September 4

House Calls



Before the First School Bell, Teachers in Bronx Make House Calls
I remember the hours in traffic
Driving unfamiliar streets
Boarded up buildings with shattered windows,
Forested roads lined with evergreens

Meeting each of you, at home
Cameo poised at the edge of the couch, clutching a purse,
As her brothers wrestled on the floor and the dog growled;
Alan, in a manicured backyard, with the baseball cap your mother kept insisting you remove;
Amichi, surrounded by Nigerian textiles, deep in the suburbs ,
Shea, beautiful and bright, in a cramped apartment north Minneapolis
Glen, how your father flashed his golden teeth and told you to behave,
Crystal, in a room filled with Native American drums and sunlight,
Lily, sleepy and blooming, surrounded by orchids.

Saturday, September 3

Not in my Name



Draped in our flag
They cuffed your legs,
Put a bullet through each head.

Perhaps you were guilty
Mr. Faiz Hratt Khalaf, father, twenty eight
Sumay’ya Abdul Razzaq Khuther, mother, twenty four
Ms. Iqtisad Hameed Mehdi guest, twenty three
Ms. Turkiya Majeed Ali, seventy four

But what heinous crime would justify
The murder of
Hawra’a, five years,
Asma’a Yousif Ma’arouf, five years,
Usama Yousif Ma’arouf, three years
Aisha, three years,
Husam, five months,

Cloaked in our flag
They set your house aflame
NOT IN MY NAME

Friday, September 2

30 Mosques, 30 Days


Ramadan road trip: 30 mosques, 30 US states, 30 days

30 mosques in 30 days
Morning prayer before sunrise
Bowing toward mecca
Driving from town to town
To meet the turbaned and bearded,
The tattooed and baseball capped
Arabs, East Africans, Bosnians, Americans
Fasting yet fulfilled

Thursday, September 1

Diane Arbus


A blurry view of the life of Diane Arbus

Identical twins in matching black velvet pinafores
Stare at the camera, in double resignation

Black women, office workers of the 1950’s,
Faces knotted in disapproval

Latino boys smoke cigarettes
Furtively

Elderly king and queen,
Bearing shiny scepters and cheap ermine
Gaze glumly

Man with curlers and painted nails
Blows smoke into the camera

Fair infant sleeps with eyes closed
As if in death