Poetry Corner: Still Standin’ on the Land

Still Standin' on the Land by Tashunka Raven   There is a river, call it Pit River with celebrations, at great Mount Shasta's eastern foothills; Home of the legitimate Pit River Nation, who've done justice to Captain Jack's heroic will. They've survived the "Pit River Rangers" and "Buckskin Men", PGE and the massacre at Soldier Mountain, They're still standin' on the land at Big Bend, and drinking from Raymond Lego's model fountain; Join hands like we did at Puget Sound and sacred Blue Lake, and the vic'try [...]

Poetry Corner: Two Poets, Two Poems

More than Enough by D.O.T. Marceo   So just a bit of time we will insist To talk about a living, life and lore: But must the poor here be and to exist? The roles are set. But can we change the score?   The worthy say the heart will bring success: If no support, the will can never fail. Thus all is fair for everyone unless Misfortune hits the rich—his right to wail,   Though willfully obstructs a poor man’s steps That tread so far and [...]

By |2019-11-28T23:37:17-05:00November 28th, 2019|D.O.T. Marceo, People, Poetry Corner, Steve Varalyay|0 Comments

Poetry Corner: Nancy Lawrence

Poetry Corner Poems by Nancy Lawrence   Midnight Ocean A man, dark as midnight, hands me a basket of shells and I can hear the ocean.   Finding Mother Earth It is OK that we walk into the hole in the universe to investigate why the rivers flow nowhere, when answers have been found, we shall rejoice in our power, humanity shall walk softly with Mother Earth.   Pterodactyls Ancient dragonflies fly from primeval water forest, morphed into Pterodactyls. Walls drawn up on borders, we will be [...]

By |2019-11-07T12:06:29-05:00November 5th, 2019|Poetry Corner|0 Comments

Poetry Corner: “Because I Say So,” by Mark Lipman

Because I Say So by Mark Lipman   I own, therefore, I’m right.   It’s an argument inevitably used by every single landlord regardless of the pretext simply to get what they want.   No need for a code of ethics or a guiding moral compass certainly, without any standard of community responsibility.   Simply, I want.   And the want is always more … from those who have less, from those living under the constant duress of being unjustly evicted and made homeless.   It’s my [...]

Poetry Corner: Rest in Peace & Power, Henry Howard

A Patient Wind of Peace By Henry Howard   For every mighty blaze of freedom, there is a patient wind of peace to keep the spark alive, a gentle but persistent gale of hope to sweep the world clear of its debris of war and fear.   While everyone knows the name of Mother Theresa, you are the quiet Sister Theresa, who teaches the oppressed to liberate themselves, who teaches the liberated to free humanity, who feeds the hungry, and feeds those hungry for the secrets of [...]

POETRY CORNER: Sirens!

Sirens by Michael Novick   I live in the city of L.A. near Culver City's environs And any hour of every day, I am besieged by sirens.   Ambulances, paramedics, fire engines and cops -- each walk or bike ride I take, the wailing never stops.   When I try to cross the street, they go tearing through the light. And when I try to go to sleep, they go screaming through the night.   For weeks in Europe with hardly a claxon, I enjoyed the quiet. [...]

Poetry Corner: The People Cage

THE PEOPLE CAGE by Dee Allen.   C.A.R.E. For the homeless On some street In Saint Pete Looks like   A cage For people   An open-air Holding cell South of Heaven, East side of Hell, A jailhouse with a dusky Ceiling full of stars, Black wrought Iron bars Surrounds the transients’ reality. Across the street From a trailer, S.W.A.T. monitors enclosed activity: Crouching low, Pacing around, Nine-hour Lock-down— It was animals That placed Homeless ones in captivity For no sins, away from palm trees & passers-by. [...]

By |2019-04-02T00:11:24-05:00April 1st, 2019|Anti-Racism/Racism, Homelessness, Poetry Corner|0 Comments

Poetry Corner: Lines Written in Dejection

LINES WRITTEN IN DEJECTION When have I last looked on The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies Of the dark leopards of the moon? All the witches, those most noble ladies, For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears are gone. The holy centaurs of the hills are vanished; I have nothing but the embittered sun; Banished heroic mother moon and vanished, And now that I have come to fifty years I must endure the timid sun. --William Bates

By |2019-01-03T00:21:45-05:00January 3rd, 2019|Poetry Corner|0 Comments

Citizen Tongo Eisen-Martin: Black Lyrical Poet

Citizen Tongo Eisen-Martin by Adolfo Azuphar In the bio in his books, Tongo Eisen-Martin presents himself as an educator, a poet, and an organizer. As a Black person, his poetry is likely to be stereotyped as the poetry of struggle. However, when reading his poetry there is a lyrical rupture that tells us that he is shaping the English language and US culture instead of working within the existing system of signs. We find ourselves reading citizen Tongo, a knowing poet, first in line to reorganize our [...]

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Poetry Corner: Listen to the Madmen

Listen To The Madmen By Robert Wayne Listen To the Madmen when the roulette wheel of barbarian chance spins to point their way Listen To the Madmen when the terror stalks them and they begin to pray from prisms of haze that we cannot see Nobody knows where their dreams will fly if they ever do and nobody knows where their demons will arise wherever and whenever they do But Listen To the Madmen trapped in some other world and touched by a vision of a different [...]

By |2018-10-26T23:08:04-05:00October 30th, 2018|Poetry Corner, Uncategorized|0 Comments

Poetry Corner: Mariposa Street, L.A.

MARIPOSA ST., L.A. By Adolf Alzuphar   This time She’s dead   Body found Use of hands lost Use of arms lost Use of legs lost Use of mind lost Use of ears Use of lungs Use of heart Use of feet lost So, what’s to happen to The flowerful dress worn for two centuries That way to cook without cutting down a tree What happens To the hummingbird huitzitzilin   Hawks above Mayan in Mexico Mexican in white-ville Borders Mean each other On one side she’s [...]

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