short of war
between the holes in the
skin of ordinary lives–
those empty spaces echoing
with unknowing, with what could have been
Day 30 of NaPoWriMo linked us to oddness for inspiration–I clicked on “Pieces of History” first and was immediately confronted with war, long and short. There’s no escaping it, it seems.
When Nina and I first started our blog, I was doing mostly art, trying to make it a regular practice again. One of the series I did then was called “what is it good for?”. #8 was posted in 2014…and so it goes, the same question continues. With #9, a nonet.
I want to thank the NaPoWriMo hosting site for connecting me to so many wonderful poets and pieces of writing, and for helping me actually do 30 poems for the first time.
And to Joan Mitchell, for inspiring every piece of art I made for NaPoWriMo. The works that I used as references are below.
how come nobody
why inside why
And once again, as so often happens in these postcard fiction worlds, I see an opening that leads somewhere else…
My sister Jane wore this necklace every day throughout the 70’s. The expression came from the group Another Mother for Peace (AMP), a grassroots anti-war advocacy group. Sadly it seems nothing has changed; it has accelerated. Still the words are very true.
memory fails to
stop enduring grief
face death alone
Two weeks ago the New York Times published a chart explaining some of the ways civilians have died in the Syrian War. A little research online shows that in modern warfare it is estimated that 85-90% of all casualties are civilians (June 2014 American Journal of Public Health). War also wreaks havoc on the environment, leading to more death.
Some estimates of civilians killed in recent and ongoing conflicts:
Syria 200, 000
Sierra Leone 70,000
There are not enough tears to encompass all this sorrow.