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Showing posts with label avoidance. Show all posts
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Sunday, May 18, 2025

TRADE-OFFS

by Imogen Arate


The bombs continue to fall. Cartoon by MATE


“Israel's New Gaza Operation Should Be Called 'Chariots of Genocide'” —Gideon Levy, Haaretz, May 14, 2025



I am the long night
that deepens into
a velvet gloom

that rambles the curls 
of your crooked fingers
as you pull irresistibly near

I am the bind
your phobias birthed
that cracks frail bones
rattling of evasion 

I am the deadly silence
strung by the eager
fingers of avoidance

A crystal each missing 
word unspoken 
A precious stone 
each unuttered phrase 

I am the irreplaceable 
treasures you've smashed 
to scatter as dust
while cradling the empty
slogans of freedom 


Imogen Arate is an Asian-American poet in search of hope: that humanity will overcome our self-destructive tendencies to work together against the onslaught of the climate crisis. She's also the Executive Director of Poets and Muses, an award-winning multimedia artist platform that has featured diverse contemporary poetic voices from around the globe. She believes that we will only be able to value lives equally when we lend our ears and hearts to the life stories of those we don't readily recognize as our kin and stop requiring the presence of certain socioeconomic trappings to recognize people’s right to a dignified existence.

Monday, October 28, 2024

ON THE CAMPAIGN TRAIL OF TEARS

by W. Barrett Munn




In four days, it will be November, 
and the expected temperature for today
here in Tulsa is 88 degrees Fahrenheit—
an obscene number so near Halloween.
The good news is we have no water to drink,
this I read on a sign 
held up by a thirsty lawn whose brown 
is this season’s fashion statement.

Drill, baby, drill says the untrained actor, 
the miscreant trying to get us to self-destruct.
Avoidance is a technique of psychological 
origins, a thrill for the adoring crowds
who no longer care how much damage
is done as long as they can hurt someone else
more—like a dentist without gas or Novocaine—
Drill, baby, drill. 


W. Barrett Munn is a graduate of The Institute of Children's Literature where he studied writing under Larry Callen. His adult poetry has appeared in The New Verse News a number of times, in print editions of Awakenings Review and Copperfield Review Quarterly, a printed edition of Sequoia Speaks, and online in Volney Road Review, Speckled Trout Review, Book of Matches, San Antonio Review, and many more. He lives in Tulsa, Oklahoma.