Mahmoud went to bed when he was four. It was two years since he had been out of bed. When I crouched by his bed with my arms folded on t…
This is my first attempt at being brave enough to share my writing. I wrote this quite a few years ago when i was incensed by the dehumanisation of people belonging to certain religions that seemed to justify our government dropping bombs on and/or locking up their children. if it seems a bit dry, its because I had planned to send it to a newspaper or something at the time but never found the right sort of opportunity. this is not the style of my fortcoming book, but the themes are fairly similar, ie resilience and fragility
They are telling me I am mad again / For believing in the Word / Thinking there is a Creator / Of all you see and all you have heard
Brothers we are / Christian, Muslim and Jew / Standing side by side / What about you? We are a brotherhood / Of the strong / Knowi…
Do you fear me because I do not look like you? / Do you hate me as I don’t believe as you do? / Should I assimilate, if so, with who? / Ar…
This poem was inspired by the life of a friend’s godson. He is an American soldier who served proudly overseas in the “war on terror” and yet faces predjudice in his own country everyday. / This poem celebrates his background, one he is proud of despite the taunts.
The internet has one great use I’m told: Genealogy, but I think it has a second great function, and that is to unite us across barriers.
9/11 Day 2008 / An open letter to my friends describing my feelings about individuals bonding across borders and differences, and how that may stop hate and misunderstanding.
this is found in Multiply.com under anthropology.
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none shall pass none shall eat none not marked by the Beast.
From the Book of Ruminations out loud noise…empty rice bowels sun dried Haitian mud cookies sawdust flat breads bought and sold to you by the New World Order underwritten by Neocons and the crazy extreme religious nut jobs of all organized religions who serve the Beast and worship Mammon their God….”send us your money or serve up your new born and you will be marked as one of the faithful.” To be read flat monotone allegro ala Ginsberg and not Ezra Pound.
One woman sits watching, only eyes, a black shadow
The inspiration for this poem comes from a beautiful day in Penang, Malaysia, when not everyone was able to play a simple game.
a bear shits in the woods
This is a really old writing I did back in the nineties. I am starting to post some old stuff. Its old. Written when I was younger and angrier and unfocused.
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