rock reflects silent
It’s true…this collage makes no sense. Both collage and poem are a response to Rattle Poetry’s Ekphrastic challenge for May. Once again, my poem was not selected, which leaves me free to make my own art for it. Any excuse to use body parts in a work of art…landscapes are full of them, right?
Especially when brambles are dancing to lightning’s song.
You can see the original art, and the artist’s selection of a poem to accompany it here.
I think maybe an old fire box in Williamsburg, Brooklyn? An interesting shape which cast a nice shadow.
Any guesses as to what this is?
“What am I going to tell 49 grieving families?” an emotional Senator Bill Nelson, Democrat of Florida, asked after the votes. “I am going to tell them the N.R.A. won again.”
You may remember the mandala, above, that I posted on the anniversary of the Sandy Hook Elementary School shootings. The haiku is from a past post about violence around the world, and how we often don’t even notice anymore.
It’s true, we can’t stop every shooter. But we can stop some of them. Many of them, in fact. Who is the boss of you, Senators?
How do you sleep at night?
Stanley Almodovar III, 23 years old
Amanda Alvear, 25 years old
Oscar A Aracena-Montero, 26 years old
Rodolfo Ayala-Ayala, 33 years old
Antonio Davon Brown, 29 years old
Darryl Roman Burt II, 29 years old
Angel L. Candelario-Padro, 28 years old
Juan Chevez-Martinez, 25 years old
Luis Daniel Conde, 39 years old
Cory James Connell, 21 years old
Tevin Eugene Crosby, 25 years old
Deonka Deidra Drayton, 32 years old
Simon Adrian Carrillo Fernandez, 31 years old
Leroy Valentin Fernandez, 25 years old
Mercedez Marisol Flores, 26 years old
Peter O. Gonzalez-Cruz, 22 years old
Juan Ramon Guerrero, 22 years old
Paul Terrell Henry, 41 years old
Frank Hernandez, 27 years old
Miguel Angel Honorato, 30 years old
Javier Jorge-Reyes, 40 years old
Jason Benjamin Josaphat, 19 years old
Eddie Jamoldroy Justice, 30 years old
Anthony Luis Laureanodisla, 25 years old
Christopher Andrew Leinonen, 32 years old
Alejandro Barrios Martinez, 21 years old
Brenda Lee Marquez McCool, 49 years old
Gilberto Ramon Silva Menendez, 25 years old
Kimberly Morris, 37 years old
Akyra Monet Murray, 18 years old
Luis Omar Ocasio-Capo, 20 years old
Geraldo A. Ortiz-Jimenez, 25 years old
Eric Ivan Ortiz-Rivera, 36 years old
Joel Rayon Paniagua, 32 years old
Jean Carlos Mendez Perez, 35 years old
Enrique L. Rios, Jr., 25 years old
Jean C. Nives Rodriguez, 27 years old
Xavier Emmanuel Serrano Rosado, 35 years old
Christopher Joseph Sanfeliz, 24 years old
Yilmary Rodriguez Solivan, 24 years old
Edward Sotomayor Jr., 34 years old
Shane Evan Tomlinson, 33 years old
Martin Benitez Torres, 33 years old
Jonathan Antonio Camuy Vega, 24 years old
Juan P. Rivera Velazquez, 37 years old
Luis S. Vielma, 22 years old
Franky Jimmy Dejesus Velazquez, 50 years old
Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon, 37 years old
Jerald Arthur Wright, 31 years old
For a chart of mass shootings in the United States, go here.
“And that light?
–It’s your shadow.”
–Dulce Maria Loynaz
the sun is rising look how bright
the sun cries how long the day
dazzle dazzle entangled
meaning to return in transit
a beacon slowly retreating
grounded in weightlessness
until suddenly awakening
Once again, inspired by Cuban poet Dulce Maria Loynaz. It was supposed to be a summer solstice poem, but the words ran away from my intent as often seems to be the case. The sun did give me a gift when I went to photo the collage yesterday, though.
I’ve also used the words from the secret keeper’s prompt this week
| MEANING | RAISE | CRY | DREAM | GROUND |
The cleave poem will not be centered for some unknown WordPress reason in the Reader, so go to the actual blog to get the best visual for it.
My daughter came home for Fathers Day and agreed to sit still for me to sketch her. She made me take out anything she perceived as wrinkles.
your shadow not you
half glimpsed movements refracted
sideways through corners
of the eye that seem to be
always pregnant with the past
When I moved into my current residence, I found that my neighbor’s four cats considered the deck outside my kitchen to be an extension of their yard. She had taken all of them in as strays, years ago.
The last of them died this weekend.
Their presence remains.
My final drawings of Tabby from last week.
fathers of fathers
a photograph, a silence—
My father and his father from a favorite photo–circa World War II. Must have been right before my father left for Europe.
My grandfather remained in the States for the Second World War. He also served in WWI. He lived to 102, almost making it into his third century. His great-grandchildren are lucky to have real memories of a person, not just a photo and a name.