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Black Hole Sun (for Chris Cornell)

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All is black,
disguising the hole
in the sun.
The light won’t
swallow the scream inside you.
Songs still.  Won’t you come

around and
penetrate, cleanse, wash
time away?

Prayer eclipsed by Hell, the
wind stealing you gone.  The rain.

The storm. Whole.  Black.

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Another voice lost far too early, this time to suicide. 

Suicide is the 10th leading cause of death in the United States, claiming the lives of over 40,000 Americans every year, 50% of these with guns.

https://www.nimh.nih.gov/health/topics/suicide-prevention/index.shtml

http://www.chriscornell.com/

If You Know Someone in Crisis Call the toll-free National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (NSPL)  at 1-800-273-TALK (8255), 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. The service is available to everyone. The deaf and hard of hearing can contact the Lifeline via TTY at 1-800-799-4889. All calls are confidential.

http://www.crisistextline.org/

poem for dVerse Quadrille #34 storm

 

Midnight Rider

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To run and
be bound, to keep the
journeyed road–
yes it goes
on, held and released, goes on
running, forever,

and is the path not
paved with our feet?  All gonna
meet at the end.  Let
your voice travel between em,
those lines that surround and catch
the singing, all the
hymns of light, blues of Midnight–
trailing that Rider.

What a beautiful boy he was.  But his face grew into his music.  I was lucky enough to see the Allman Brothers a few years back in one of their NYC residences.

Shovel poem using two lines from Gregg Allman’s song “Midnight Rider” (read the last words of each line straight down).

Broken

never ending

unfathomable
 the future is exploded
time again undone

 

Chuck Berry 1926-2017

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Brown eyed handsome man:
the things you used to do.  That
Rock and Roll music.

Christophe Neimann

Netflix is doing a great documentary series called “Abstract”. Last night we watched the one about Christophe Neimann, an illustrator who currently lives in Berlin. I was beyond inspired. Mr. Neimann’s work can be seen on numerous New Yorker covers and can be followed on Instagram @abstractsundays. 

I hope I’m not breaking any copyright laws by posting some of his work. Here are some other examples. Just brilliant. 

Presidential

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Say “I” loud, often.
Tweet your heart out.  Becoming
“alternate”.  Facts?  Sad.

“…the Trump administration is the first to explicitly claim the ability and right to replace facts with something more convenient that has no basis in reality.”
–Erik Sherman, Forbes

Today NYC

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“This is what Democracy looks like.”

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Headline Haiku: War Is Not Healthy (for children and other living things) 2

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A Hard Rain

has fallen shadowed
by endless endings, ghosts both
multiplied and lost

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Yesterday Michael Kimmelman, in a feature article in the NY Times, noted: “Truth be told, no sane person wants to see these images….What’s happening in Aleppo is almost unbearable to look at….
Bana looks us straight in the eye and asks us to save her, please.
We have done nothing to help.
The very least we should do is look back.”

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I’ve been working slowly on this embroidery, a companion to the first Syria headline haiku I did, because these images are hard to look at, hard to draw.  The first piece, above and below, was done over a year ago, September 2015.

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We can turn our eyes away, but that will not make Aleppo disappear.

#Water is Life

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Eyes of the river–
guard this land, hold and shelter
our roots, seeds, our life

Forgive us these lost minds, blind,
afraid, estranged—bring them home

A tanka for Colleen’s challenge #11, that also incorporates this week’s words from the secret keeper.

The President-elect’s environmental policies are troubling.

 

Lost Voices 2

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Places Filled (for Sharon Jones)

It hurts. There’s
something just beyond.
Slow it down.
I’m still here.
Got to be the way it is.
I’m not gonna cry.

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Going home.
I learned the hard way.
Sing and be
endless sky.
You’ve got to believe.  Freedom
come.  Come sing me home.

 Words taken from the legacy of the music of Sharon Jones