Showing posts with label family separation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family separation. Show all posts
Friday, June 28, 2019
Saturday, May 04, 2019
STRUDEL AND MOVIES
In Nazi Germany there were brilliant movies and groundbreaking art, not to mention delicious strudel and heartstopping sports. And there was money to enjoy them all. Yes, somewhere Jewish families were being separated and sent to camps, and the chancellor became the Fuhrer and attacked the press and controlled the judiciary, but this all seemed like it would pass any day and the opposition would soon rise . . And how bad could things be with such delicious strudel and movies?
Friday, November 23, 2018
"ADOPTION" IN BENGALI-ENGLISH JOURNAL SHADOWKRAFT
Pleased that my poem "Adoption" appears in the bilingual Bengali-English journal SHADOWKRAFT. Thanks to editor Subrankasar Das for the pub.
ADOPTION
I was not a mother
until today.
The brand Trump is
emblazoned on tents
and abandoned Walmarts.
Nannies wear jackboots, joke as
children cry.
Secretly, at night, children are taken
to undisclosed locations across the nation.
Where are the girls? With
the Roy Moores of the world?
and abandoned Walmarts.
Nannies wear jackboots, joke as
children cry.
Secretly, at night, children are taken
to undisclosed locations across the nation.
Where are the girls? With
the Roy Moores of the world?
Hear my NO.
Listen, Space Force:
I am the Horta, fighting for my children;
I will drive you from the planet.
Attention, big game hunters:
I am a tigress, risen from extinction,
to protest, protect the little cubs.
I, ordinary woman, with my instincts intact,
the maternal rising in me like a huge blue tide:
watch me topple the Orange Ozymandius.
What you have unleashed can’t be
lied to or stopped.
I am more than me, too;
I am the children, too.
6/21/18
Listen, Space Force:
I am the Horta, fighting for my children;
I will drive you from the planet.
Attention, big game hunters:
I am a tigress, risen from extinction,
to protest, protect the little cubs.
I, ordinary woman, with my instincts intact,
the maternal rising in me like a huge blue tide:
watch me topple the Orange Ozymandius.
What you have unleashed can’t be
lied to or stopped.
I am more than me, too;
I am the children, too.
6/21/18
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