Thursday, July 7

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Spain Confronts Decades of Pain Over Lost Babies

Where are you now,
Flesh of my flesh,
Bone of my bone?

Child of shadow
Crib crocheted in cobweb
Stolen by nuns
In the name of God




Wednesday, July 6

Mexico Rising

Better Lives for Mexicans Cut Allure of Going North
http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2011/07/06/world/americas/immigration.html?ref=mexico

Our sons will no longer die like dogs in your desert
They will not scuttle around your barbed wire
In blinding night
Or fear La Migra as they build your cold houses and
Harvest your loveless fields

Mexico is rising
Like a young man standing on the earth of his ancestors

Tuesday, July 5

Peace Corps

Peace Corps Volunteers Speak Out on Rape
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/05/11/us/11corps.html?_r=1

I came to breathe clean air

To live in a one room home with a thatched roof,
To sleep on earth,
To plant and harvest with soft hands

Women here carry water in clay urns
From dying creek bed to parched village
Faces placid as stones smoothed by rushing water

They looked away
When I crawled back
Sarong smeared with blood
Gathered babies in their arms,
Turned their backs to stoke dinner fires

As if to say
Our sons, brothers
Fathers, husbands
Act as men do

http://abcnews.go.com/Blotter/video/peace-corps-gang-rape-12613898



Monday, July 4

July 4


Wave little flags
Dress your children in stars and stripes
Drape your porch in banners
Celebrate freedom

Close your eyes to Afghanistan
Stop your ears to bombs falling in Iraq
Special ops in Pakistan,
Know nothing of Drones in Yemen, Somalia, Libya

Thousands of miles from main street
Our boys clutch guns in far off lands

Sunday, July 3

Restored


Some With Histories of Mental Illness Petition to Get Their Gun Rights Back
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/03/us/03guns.html?pagewanted=5&hp

Voices hum in trees,
As you lie face down, in the prairie
Talking to bears
Discerning language in growls
Shot gun in hand

Demons in walls
Phone bugged by CIA
Guarding the perimeter in fatigues,
Bearing MAC 90

Longing to hang from the chandelier
Or free fall from a bridge
Gun rights restored


Saturday, July 2

Discarded

The War Against Girls
Since the late 1970s, 163 million female babies have been aborted by parents seeking sons

Ringlets, soft as eiderdown, will not be pulled into bows
Pink blankets will not be knit
Dolls will not be sewn 
Trusting eyes will not open
She will never feel the sunlight,
Or take a deep breath  
Daughter discarded

Friday, July 1

Slow News Day


Some days imagination,
Like a lazy teenager, wants no part in poetry
Scanning paper after paper
Lap top growing hot
Searching for a spark

In  a world of protest
And sorrow,
Rape and drowning,
Slain children
Tortured activists

Some days, I wish to read about
Late strawberries peeking under floppy leaves
Elderly dogs madly chasing squirrels and
Kids earnestly peddling lemonade.

Thursday, June 30

Unspoken

Shyness: Evolutionary Tactic

Not broken or flawed
Just enraptured with silence
Profound quiet, the flight of thought,
Companionship of books

Or voyage of music,
Staccato dreamscapes,
Classical reverie,
On long drives through sandy dunes and twisting trees,
You conduct symphonies with knowing hands

Your privacy, a necessity
Your love, an unspoken gift

Wednesday, June 29

Release

In pictures: The art of Guantanamo's inmates

Roughly hewn doors with battered lock
Brass samovar atop intricate tapestry
Skeletal trees of eggplant and evergreen
Full moon from a small window
Prison cell, luminous with sunlight

Tuesday, June 28

Tortoise

Madagascar's 'tortoise mafia' on the attack 
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-africa-13799205


Whorls striate primeval shell
As if painted by master craftsmen

Prehistoric, they crawl from Indian Ocean
Ambassadors of another existence

Poachers wield machetes and rifles,
Stealing flesh for meat
Spirit for sexual potions

Forsaken tortoise shells litter beaches in Madagascar

Monday, June 27

Bare

Miru Kim Confronts Her Fears
http://weirdnews.aol.com/2011/06/24/nude-artistmirukim_n_883110.html#s297221&title=Nude_Artist_Mirukim_n_883110.html#s29722title=Nude_Artist_Miru
Naked woman
Poised atop a roof in Istanbul
Spine curved,
A featherless bird

Disrobed,
As we are in dreams,
She descends a staircase of stones
Into darkness

Bare, she perches inside a rusty clock’s machinery,
Folded as paper crane
Elemental as mineral

Exposed, she balances on a subway rail
Feeling cool steel and
Quickening hum of an oncoming train

Sunday, June 26

Haunted


Year After a Drowning, New York Schools Chief Tightens Rules for Field Trips
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/06/09/nyregion/new-york-city-tightens-rules-for-school-trips.html?src=rechp

She thrashes through my dreams
Bobbing and weaving
Frantically waving small black hands
Riptide drags her tiny body underwater,
As the indifferent sun continues to shine

Saturday, June 25

Stonewall Riots, 1969


A Sense of Euphoria Settles on the West Village
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/06/25/nyregion/a-sense-of-euphoria-settles-on-the-west-village.html?hpw

Today's poem was inspired by a passing reference to Stonewall Inn, the tavern where many New Yorkers gathered to celebrate the legalization of gay marriage.  The Stonewall, the scene of a legendary riot in 1969, is considered the birthplace of the Gay Pride Movement.

Young hustlers
Black eyed boys
Beatnik beauties
Tired queens
Down and out 'faggots'

Raided by police
For being 'queer'/beat/lonely/thirsty for company
Belittled, arrested, spat-upon, abused

Until thousands came
Men in suits,
Architects and lawyers,
Shop keepers and construction workers
Rallying at Stonewall

http://manhattan.about.com/od/glbtscene/a/stonewallriots.htm

Friday, June 24

Incandescent

Out of Tiffany’s Shadow, a Woman of Light
http://www.nytimes.com/2007/02/25/arts/design/25kast.html?ref=arts

Her hands, once hidden by history,
Crafted cerulean dragon flies
Beating black filigree wings
Across iridescent oceans of glass

Her hands, once hidden by history,
Built dappled lavender wisteria vines, 
Blooming jewels

Her hands, once hidden by history,
Spun daffodils in vermillion and ocher,
Fluted and fluttering, incandescent

Her hands, once hidden by history
Transformed silica, soda and lime
Into sunlight and blossom


Thursday, June 23

Institute of Living

Expert on Mental Illness Reveals Her Own Fight

Fading scars, like ruby bangles dearly bought, ring your wrists
Now hallowed expert

Once hidden in the bowels of
Institute of Living

Heaving head against unyielding floor
Thrashing indifferent walls

Thorazine.
Librium.
Electroshock.
Yet still seduced by suicide

Until, on knees bruised with bending,
Gold alighted the hospital chapel,
Deus ex machina,
Your deliverance

Sometimes, though,
Driving through brightly lit tunnels,
You’ll hear the siren’s song still,
Grip the wheel with palsied hands.

Tuesday, June 21

Unfathomable


Mysteries of A Nazi Photo-Album
http://lens.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/06/21/mysteries-of-a-nazi-photo-album/?hp

Tree stripped of branches,
A single black brush stroke.
Stone fortress fallen.
Bombed spires like broken filigree rise above
White crosses.

Prisoner wrapped in lumpen wool
Soldier in starched uniform
Share gaunt cheeks, unfathomable eyes

Monday, June 20

"Save Money. Live Better."


Justices Rule for Wal-Mart in Class-Action Bias Case
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/06/21/business/21bizcourt.html?hp

Groped in anonymous storerooms,
Earning $6.10 an hour,
Denied raises,
Mocked by yellow smiley faces,
Drowning until payday

Making jeans in El Salvador,
.15 cents a pair,
Surviving in shanties in Nicaragua,
Sleeping 12 to a room in China,
Sweltering in sweatshops in Saipan

You come each week to fill your cart
Save money. Live better.

http://www.now.org/issues/wfw/wm-facts.html

Sunday, June 19

Remember

I remember
Blue eyes, squinted in laughter
Lined forehead, furrowed too young

I remember
Shiny gash on leg
Long scar across stomach

I remember
Convertibles blaring oldies
Ball games on the radio
Backyard and barbeques

I remember
Hospitals and waiting rooms
Chemotherapy, radiation

Eighteen years gone
I don’t remember enough

Saturday, June 18

Dignitas

adapted from  Murky truth behind Swiss suicide ‘clinic’ Dignitas
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/health/article5006805.ece

At the confluence of Acheron and Styx,
He of keen gaze  
Demands a coin
To ferry bodies to oblivion

Death is furtive in dirty rooms,
Personal effects fall under bug ridden beds

Blue lights of the ambulance
Cast watery glow on chop shops and brothels

Trash bags of cell phones, car keys, jewelry
Sifted through, pawned treasure

Shards of bone and bits of grit
Float in Lake Zurich
Scant remains of dignitas

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/uk/home-news/a-week-in-the-death-of-terry-pratchett-2299287.html
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charon_%28mythology%29