Archive for February 2012

Occupy Anthology, Liberty’s Vigil   Leave a comment

Mary Strong Jackson, Greg Opstad, and Michael G. Smith Poets, contributors to Liberty’s Vigil: The Occupy Anthology. Hear the interview on the below link.

http://www.santaferadiocafe.org/podcasts/

Liberty's Vigil, Occupy Anthology poets, Michael G. Smith, Mary Strong Jackson, Greg Opstad

The New Homeless Rage   2 comments

 

the world’s gone pear-shaped
do you feel it?

how did I get here? you ask
in this two-degrees and once business-owning
life of mine?
two maybe three missteps

now I sleep in a state park
scared of snapping sticks, Grim Reapers,
wolves and werewolves
afraid to sleep     afraid to wake
always the cold    coming    going    staying
but my shivery spine comes from eyes that glaze
when I tell my story

“Don’t worry. You’ll find a job,” they say pat, pat

“What don’t you fucking get,” I say.
I can’t stop crying, swearing, raging
I know what it is to flip the light switch in a house,
draw a bath, lie on Martha Stewart sheets,
plant a lilac bush on Saturday, drink a latte on Sunday

It’s gone

I am less
home-less, money-less, scared shit-less
I tell the Tuesday soup kitchen lady thank-you
and ask what she does the other six days
when the wolves are eating me?

“Does anyone get it?”

from conversations with my
homeless friend

Waiting, Eternal Return, Nietzsche, art, dogs, words   Leave a comment

Waiting

as I wait for water to boil
dogs everywhere
use back legs to scratch their ears

in every country
while I wait
sons and daughters cry out for the first time
and mothers’ answer in tears

still I wait
the moon wanes
a fish is thrown back to a previous time
to grow bigger to be caught again

while I wait
a writer finds a word
to build an image like the sculptor
showing time through a window’s memory

while waiting for water to boil
the postman in a film
speaks lines of eternal return

a shy person wishes she had spoken
another wishes he hadn’t

while at the stove waiting for water to boil
a woman remembers her mother saying
if wishes were horses beggars would ride
and her father’s return was always
if wishes were pancakes they’d eat till they died

Mary Strong Jackson

Scuptural references:
“Window Memory”
b y artist R. Edward Lowe.

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