Friday, June 27, 2014, 07:22 PM - Poetry and Writing
If economic security
I mean agency I mean
justice is not bred to
move in political realms
is it because the path is simply
one of snakes and ladders, spirals
because we don’t find the right
balance of love and power,
between growing trees and
navigating jungles or we chickegg
the poor thing into parts until
it’s stuck or dying
failed to watch
how it moved. Is it
because we miss in it
the moral power, the
imagination, intoxication,
the trust, the critical
intangible of the
townhouse, the gathering,
the dialogue, this dialogue,
our kite and our stars.
This found poem was generated from a forum that I participated in at the Coady Institute on the links between economic and political citizenship. For me, as I describe in my bio, the two have always been tied though political (in the broadest sense) agency cannot be assumed.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012, 06:16 PM - Poetry and Writing
Black folds into fog into forest.
An arm shot bare. On her knees
in the sphagnum humming,
plunging knuckles numb.
One day as any other
you find you’re carrying death.
Lilith came long before Eve.
She led her.
She’s back breathing
night with the sleepless
plucking ferns
by the moon
before they unfurl
unshoe the coming horses.
Monday, June 4, 2012, 05:45 PM - Poetry and Writing
Alessandra Naccarato started a great initiative against Bill 78 in Quebec around poetry. Restricting the right to organize in Canada??!! Where is the Canada we used to be proud of. To go to the poetry website click on related link below. This is one of the two poems that I contributed:
He ordered the trees
and the flowers,
lined up all of the
creatures in
rows, hushed
the forest but
a group of
diaphanous
butterflies began
to emerge. Dozens
then tens of
thousands danced
a red fury,
wings clanging.
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Sunday, December 4, 2011, 01:57 AM - Poetry and Writing
There were only two left:
the word and the hand.
The hand could not hold the word
The word could not read the hand.
But a star chattered to them one night.
If you are right, then one of us is not needed.
What if both of us are true?
Then we don’t need to be two.
What if we aren’t really two?
Then one of us is dead.
What if both of us are dead?
Then there is no need for stars.
Published in THIS Magazine, January 2012.
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Thursday, March 24, 2011, 12:00 AM - Poetry and Writing
Cooling failure, cold
shut down, partial
melting of core, vapor
vented, hydrogen explosion,
(yes you read correctly)
hydrogen explosion,
seawater pumped in,
fuel rods fully
exposed, damage to
containment
system, potential
meltdown feared,
pool holding
spent fuel rods,
pool water levels
receding, reactor
no. 5, no. 6, no. 4
no. 7 - under maintenance
when quake struck.
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