hubris
greed
denial
myopia
dereliction
disinterest…

he is a coward

August 26, 2015

he once stopped by
and promised to resolve
my shattered bones.

he dried my tears,
placed a candle in my heart,
but not a flame.

he proclaimed,
I will never abandon you.
then he left.

he left to have sex
with violence – like John Wayne
slapping a woman.

although he showed up again,
he never returned.
he is not a builder.

2006

until

November 11, 2014

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until there are no soldiers
we have all died in vain

August 8, 2013

We rationalize:
it’s a jungle out there.

We possess the knowledge
to scaffold a lasting peace.

Yet we continue to speak
only jungle.

television lives

August 7, 2013

reality is
a corporate skinner box.

we scurry like rats
through a maze of aisles…

must see tv
leads the way…

Spycurity

July 15, 2013

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No more
security,

just spycurity.

No more sleeping
in peace,

only sleeping
while watched.

                                                                                                                                                                                        2007

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My father was born in 1920. His dad left one year later.

He was raised by his mother and his aunt. He was ten when the great depression hit his world.  Dad eventually left school to find work.  He joined the CCC,  and later enlisted in the U.S. Army – a truck driver in the 262 Infantry.

His battle and campaign credentials include:  Normandy, Ardennes (the Bulge), Northern France, and the Rhineland. He brought home some intense memorabilia. We seven kids destroyed it, as the war could not.

Dad did not talk about the war, except for the cases of wine diverted from the headquarters’s staff, or the time he chauffeured Omar Bradley.  He said the captured Germans seemed just like them.  Only they were on the losing side.

He died at sixty.

Each Memorial Day my parents had a picnic .  It was an open house and lasted late into the night.

The following poem is  about my father and makes reference to such an occasion:

Dad Wore Hats

Not when he should have.

On a cold bright day
he would call out
where is your hat?
while the wind played
in his hair.

Nor the way he should have.

It was always
crunched atop his head
by a nephew or daughter
running around our backyard
at a picnic.

Nor what he should have.

Into the dewy night
the adults would sing,
heads touching in harmony –
dad smoking a Chesterfield
wearing a bonnet.

2008

Newt is a brute,
a brute is Newt.

Newt you are moot,
so moot is Newt;

A bloated ego,
and vile to boot…

Newt Newt,
you’re so NOT astute!

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Belief in the The Apocalypse of John
asserts peace is unattainable
until the “second coming” of Christ.

That until there is a worldwide conflagration;
until a Christ lead theocracy emerges –
peace is  impossible.

How can an Armageddonist work for peace
without furthering
theocracy?

Winter Stars

By Sara Teasdale

I went out at night alone;
 The young blood flowing beyond the sea
Seemed to have drenched my spirit’s wings—
 I bore my sorrow heavily.
But when I lifted up my head
 From shadows shaken on the snow,
I saw Orion in the east
 Burn steadily as long ago.
From windows in my father’s house,
 Dreaming my dreams on winter nights,
I watched Orion as a girl
 Above another city’s lights.
Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too,
 The world’s heart breaks beneath its wars,
All things are changed, save in the east
 The faithful beauty of the stars.

Source: Flame and Shadow (1920)
Illustration by Winifred Bromhall (1925)

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