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Daily Drafts: “The Wednesday after May Day: Η προσπάθεια συνεχίζεται”
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8220;The Wednesday after May Day: Η προσπάθεια συνεχίζεται”. A poem for the massive protests led by. Working people in Greece last week. They continue to resist a government. 8220;bail out” of banks with revenue. Obtained by cutting their jobs and benefits. The AP and the AFP reported marchers. 8220;The struggle will never end! Today I saw a tanager fly its black-winged red flag. I stood watching in the rain, waiting for its whistle. The radio had announced finance ministers to consult,. Please call me "...
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Daily Drafts: March 2010
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8220;The Wood Thrush Sings”. A poem for those burdened, and wakeful at night-. At the end of day, at the beginning of night. You lift the bed covers so I can climb in by. The bed is a cave, the sheets cool as limestone. Except where you’ve warmed the warp and weft. The bed is a nest we fold ourselves into, belly. To back, knee to kneefold, wristbone to bone. Our ribs make a boat of the bed to carry us. To a land of dreams, to what will happen next. At 3 am I wake up, maybe the IRS, the taxes,. As the p&#...
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Daily Drafts: May 2010
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8220;Pandemic, Profits”. Poetry- even in the flu! Health care and a system that doesn't make. Money from our being sick. A third week sick with flu, coughing fits, green. Sputum, amoxicillin, the specialized vocabulary,. Of illness, the ailing body of words still ready. For poetry, and to go to work. The dandelions,. Slope-shouldered lean their burnished heads. Toward the early sun. Nature never did betray. The heart that loved her. A few feet further on. The flowers are white-haired, gone to seed, one.
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Daily Drafts: “Sleeping through Danger”
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8220;Sleeping through Danger”. A poem for all of us striving to come. To consciousness and survive in our now:. In the hallway the sweet homey smell of gas,. Like the blue flame gush through the crinkled. Face of the space heater, I huddled with my cousin. Under the covers, hidden in our feathered hold. In the hallway, the smell of comfort and danger,. The door broken down, the neighbor so deep in sleep. He can almost not be wakened to faces bending over. Tipped with cold, I wait for our shared warmth.
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Daily Drafts: April 2010
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Talking to the Sun". A poem to celebrate Mae’s third birthday,. Written on the bus ride down to visit-. No one taught me to talk to the sun,. Though we came face to face every dawn,. Unacknowledged friend with only one name,. One-way conversation at the speed of light,. Now my reply, late, but long before never:. Hello, you big stare of fire, kiss of whither. This morning through the mussed bus window,. You mist-melting flare at last night’s late frost,. You shape-shifter of pear and apple trees,. In lin...
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Daily Drafts: New book--"Anti-Capitalist Poetics in Action"
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New book- "Anti-Capitalist Poetics in Action". Still working on health, which is why I haven't posted here in so long. But I'm launching a new book. It includes many "Daily Draft" poems available on my poetry blog-. And it is political poetry that I started writing after I read The Communist Manifesto for the first time- very late in life! I fell in love with the beautiful poetic language in The Manifesto- and the clarity and truth of its message. Http:/ www.mbpratt.org/insidemoneymachine.html. I'm a les...
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Daily Drafts: “Pandemic, Profits”
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8220;Pandemic, Profits”. Poetry- even in the flu! Health care and a system that doesn't make. Money from our being sick. A third week sick with flu, coughing fits, green. Sputum, amoxicillin, the specialized vocabulary,. Of illness, the ailing body of words still ready. For poetry, and to go to work. The dandelions,. Slope-shouldered lean their burnished heads. Toward the early sun. Nature never did betray. The heart that loved her. A few feet further on. The flowers are white-haired, gone to seed, one.
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Daily Drafts: "Talking to the Sun"
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Talking to the Sun". A poem to celebrate Mae’s third birthday,. Written on the bus ride down to visit-. No one taught me to talk to the sun,. Though we came face to face every dawn,. Unacknowledged friend with only one name,. One-way conversation at the speed of light,. Now my reply, late, but long before never:. Hello, you big stare of fire, kiss of whither. This morning through the mussed bus window,. You mist-melting flare at last night’s late frost,. You shape-shifter of pear and apple trees,. I'm a ...
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