Wednesday, April 27, 2011

things missed in exile

Things that are missed in exile:
The shape of the sky and that "certain slant of light"
Specific fruits and ways of eating them
like watermelon with salty cheese, and
cactus pears
peeled and cut on the roadside, or
fresh from the cactus with
invisible glass needles
(only way to rid them from your hands:
rub them together with dry sand)
Ways of drinking coffee: black and thick as mud
Sheets of eggs sold by
old men on the sidewalk
Artikim on the beach and
sunflower seeds from the kiosk
Brown dust that coats everything
The ease of washing floors:
hot soapy water
thrown from a bucket and
squeegied into the
corner drain
News on the bus every hour on the hour

In New York, you don't hear
the news on the bus.
On second thought,
that's something I don't
really miss at all.


Children of brown bear
children of puma
Dig for dried berries where
Coyote has lead us
Under new mud
Under dry needle blanket
under bald bush
Under the pine
We steal these from the birds
the hungry Winter birds

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Letter to C

Micro tornadoes of
white hole punch gingko blossoms
_______whorl in the cobblestoned park
The heat of the sweat drenched day
_______is subsiding
Wishing we were sitting together
at our sidewalk cafe
swiping at evening flies
drinking limonana

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

These Things By Their Names

Calling things by their names
is not the same thing as
calling them by
their nature. For instance:

to say,
Gleditsia Triacarthus
& Quercus Rubra

is not the same as saying

Honey Locust
& Red Oak

which once again
say nothing so much as

________________“Majestic outline,
________________ filtered sun
________________ copper in Autumn”
____________________________ (Honey Locust)


________________ “Symmetry and color
________________ street or shade tree
________________ a shelter for wildlife”
______________________________ (Red Oak)

_______does not bark
_______don’t croak

but Cornus florida Rubra
explodes with fat, pink, spring blossoms


Crocus Sativus L.

sleeps through the Winter
under snow covered earth
to finally rise, a
flaming yellow phoenix
when the world begins to stir

Saturday, April 16, 2011

4/16/2011: Mt. Sinai Hospital, 11th Floor

How I love high Windows on a
dark rainy day when the
city's colors run like purple
fount'n pen ink on the
pages of a notebook left
out in the rain

Shitty Day

Shitty day
the computers crashed
All the way home
you stood on the train

Take off your hoodie and
throw it on the chair
kick off your sneakers and
hand me that scrunchie
I’ll stand here behind you
sweep back your long hair
make high-home-ponytail
and kiss the back of your neck

Your hair smells like winter

Tuesday, April 05, 2011

Shifting Sands

With the most sincere effort I'm able to muster, I fail to understand how socialism could be construed as anything but a common benefit. At face value, it means nothing more than taking the necessary steps to support one's society, ensuring the well-being of each and every one of
its constituents. It's a holistic approach that takes into account both the needs of those who are able to provide for themselves- without diminishing their ability to succeed financially, and those who are unable to provide for themselves, and therefore require assistance.
The problem is, we have been duped by the "American dream"; the promises of a mansion with rolling green hills, a seven figure bank account and garage filled with elite status symbol cars has kept us salivating over a reality few of us will ever see. In fact, we are so invested in the idea that we will one day be wealthy, that we
preemptively guard our theoretical future wealth from any potential threat (such as taxes,) at our own expense. We fail to understand that by voting for or supporting the plutocracy (read: “G.O.P."), we are actually ensuring that we'll NEVER find ourselves with any more wealth than we presently have, and in fact are likely to lose even more.
Part of the problem is this proclivity to divide everything into "us" vs. "them". Society is a body, complete with interdependent systems. When there is an infection in one part, without proper care, it will eventually spread, ultimately causing catastrophic systemic failure. Our current society is infected, and thus far bereft of proper care.
In the last century, we were the most upwardly mobile society on the globe. Our diversified economy, built on domestic manufacturing jobs and a strong balance of import and export industry provided such a surplus of well paying jobs that we had the largest middle class in the
world and no debt to speak of. In fact, at the end of Bill Clinton's presidency, we were firmly "in the black".
Flash forward a decade: our mobility trails behind England, China, and even India. Our middle class has all but disappeared, and we are three trillion dollars in debt. Our leaders tell us that each corporate tax break, every industrial deregulation and social program cut is a necessary “shared sacrifice”we must bear, if we are ever to climb out of our current morass. In
fact, it's exactly this mindset that has gotten us here, and- make no mistake, will keep us here.
Unless we change our collective paradigm by recognizing that we are an interdependent system wherein each and every part is absolutely integral, (yes, even a competitive economy,) we will continue to fail. The social body will sicken and ultimately die. We will lose every social support we've come to rely upon; medical care that needn't be paid out of pocket at time of service, public education, even police, fire and emergency, will become things of the past.
Until we rectify our ways with drastic measures such as (a), insisting on a progressive tax for all (b), encouraging corporations to bring manufacturing jobs stateside again by offering incentives to do so and enforcing penalties for refusal, and (c) supporting the regrowth of our middle class by any and all means necessary, this decaying body will crumble from the inside, until, even the ivory towers that are occupied by the plutocrats themselves will crumble and fall,

built as they are,
upon this foundation of
violently shifting sand.