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Bird Life

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

The Line From Alina

Somewhere in Switzerland
lies the lever

Michael 2022
Fine olden haiku
Unutterable vesper
Essence without word

Michael 2022

Undetoured

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

Somnium

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

Titanic Sinks, 15 April 1912

No taxation without representation

Michael 2022
Act 1
Exposé of  1933 Soviet Ukrainian starvation.
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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

Haiku For Lost Children

Chagall wrote this in July 2013, same world, different time, amid tensions and sorrow in the city of Bihar, as well as Cameroon, Ethiopia, Syria. He added the tag “God, it’s everywhere.”

Peace in our time. – Michael

Chagall's avatarAlphabet City

Overturned toy truck
stuffed animals in puddles
lilacs in the rain

© Carlos Chagall, 2013

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Haiku is prayer
Ancient formulae for Love
We will God to be

Michael 2022