When I would leave for school in the morning, my mom gave me a tissue for my nose, a dollar for my lunch, told me to put the former in one pocket, the latter in the other, so as not to lose either She said so long, never goodbye, be a good person, never lie, unless it's bad news, like when people die, and it makes no sense for some to know And always don clean underwear, for God forbid something should happen to you along the way, someday you'll take care of me, she'd say At times nothing amounts to something and sometimes nothing matters When you are born, God twists his finger in the center of your body, your belly button, exclaims This one's done She laughs when I ask how she knew it was me when I was born One star for everyone who has ever been, is here today or will be I understand now the dream where she comes to me, kneels to dip her hand in a pool of water, lets it cascade down her arm, over and over, and I ask her if there is a heaven She nods her head yes, looks up at me then adds but everyone here is starving Never for the last time say so long, nor for the first time goodbye cc: CC, Michael 2022
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Anyone else following the Davos agenda? Or are sound bites more your thing? cc: Chagall, Michael 2022
We dreamed one day she'd fly, take wing on air as those before her, to be born blind and naked, soon she'd be feathered, clear-eyed, we'd feed her brilliant neon damselflies, foraged seed, our mouth to hers, tough love is good love, until the wind blows and makes the bough break, we grip the trunk, she on the ground agasp amid shattered shells Michael 2022
Somewhere in Switzerland lies the lever Michael 2022
Fine olden haiku Unutterable vesper Essence without word Michael 2022
Though they cover my eyes with the fold, spin me around, and drop me where up is down and here is there, I still find my way back home Michael 2022
I will remember you, in fields filled with blue night, into the indigo shadows I go, vantage for prayer to starlight here, amid the rustle, the stirred, the quiet grow of grass, its sweet smell, the freshly mowed, the same breeze as yesterday today touched your sculpted alabaster, lucent porceline aglow in the black, the slight hint of a smile, of a wink, a sunken dimple, as a neckline pulses so beats the heart, witness the quivering breast to assess if that is certain, at rest Love uptakes the air and the blood it needs to survive, to contract to love again Overcome by sleep with no dream, afloat atop open eyes, wider than the horizon's splay, deeper than knowing, an errant pigment in the iris I cannot brush away, a lash, without tears to wash clean, the fog of uncertainty if that is you backlit by the new dawn, haloed in golden ray at the source of all the days' emanation I remember you in fields awash with blue light Michael 2022
This morning Gavrilo's partner turns and hits the snooze alarm Michael 2022
No taxation without representation Michael 2022
Act 1 Exposé of 1933 Soviet Ukrainian starvation. Get smarter--> Absorb all that you find here, hyperlinks and all. Act 2 7 November 1937 20th Anniversary of the Bolshevik Revolution Stalin raises his glass. "We will mercilessly destroy anyone who, by his words or his thoughts - yes, his thoughts! - threatens the unity of the socialist state." "To the complete destruction of all enemies, themselves and their kin!"* Act 3 One cannot play chess without a Cheka, especially in the old Muslim Chinese province of Xinjiang with borders long against Kazakhstan Michael 2022 *citations available upon request
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