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Showing posts with label flower. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flower. Show all posts

Thursday, January 29, 2026

WHAT WORDS MEAN

by Michael T. Young


          For Alex Pretti, Nurse Executed by ICE Agents

 


They say “domestic terrorist.” 

We say “citizen.” 

They say “violent radical.” 

We say “peaceful protestor.” 

They say “he brandished a gun.” 

We say “he had a phone.” 

They say “absolute immunity.” 

We say “first amendment.” 

 

At the end of each sentence a life is at stake. It’s how 

words form in the mouth. Some unfold like a flower 

 

scenting the air with an aroma 

reminding you of a summer day 

when you knew your mother and father 

loved you and time seemed 

endless, full of light and warmth. 

 

But other words form like an ache 

where the bullet entered 

and a pain where it blew out 

the other side, red 

not just with the usual blood, 

but with speech and every other right.



Michael T. Young's fourth collection, Mountain Climbing a River, was just published by Broadstone Books. His third full-length collection, The Infinite Doctrine of Water, was longlisted for the Julie Suk Award. He received a Fellowship from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts and the Jean Pedrick Chapbook Award. His poetry has been featured on Verse Daily and The Writer’s Almanac. It has also appeared in numerous journals including Chiron ReviewThe Journal of New Jersey PoetsMid-Atlantic Review, and Vox Populi.

Monday, March 04, 2024

FLOUR MASSACRE

by Shelley Ettinger


‘Flour massacre’: Lifesaving aid becomes a deadly struggle in Gaza
At least 112 Palestinians were killed and more than 750 others were injured on Thursday after Israeli troops opened fire on civilians gathered at a convoy of food trucks southwest of Gaza City, Palestinian health officials said. Israel denied it was to blame, saying that many victims were run over by aid trucks in a rush to obtain food. The massacre comes as the UN warns of an “almost inevitable famine” in the besieged Palestinian enclave amid increasing reports of children dying of starvation. —France 24, March 1, 2024


You think it’s irony at first
it’s spelled wrong at first
in your head a fun metaphor
it’s blossoms buds stems scents
you picture birds maybe
or animals eating petals maybe
insects descending in swarms
devouring flowers in fields on trees
it’s ironic because it’s iconic
nature doing its cyclical thing
pure innocent instinctive
 
You spelled it wrong in your head
now you know not metaphor it’s actual
no bees no flying beings not natural
it’s people downed mass as in murder
acre as in designated slaughter site
the hungry strafed their bodies bloodied
arms outstretched for flour sacks dropped
because feeding starving children is not
permitted must be swiftly stopped because
the death deliverers determine eating to be
a capital crime in Palestine


Shelley Ettinger is the author of Vera's Will. Her work has been in Allium, The Wild Word, Gertrude, Nimrod, Mississippi Review, Mizna, The New Verse News in August 2007, and other journals. She is a Lambda Literary Foundation LGBTQ Writers' Retreat fellow. A queer social-justice activist for fifty years, Shelley now lives in San Antonio.

Friday, October 09, 2020

WE CAN STILL DREAM

by Katherine West


American Dream, mixed media in resin artwork by Raphael Mazzucco.


            "I have a dream... we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood."  —Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., 1963


Last night I dreamed of rain
It overflowed the culverts 
It washed out the road in waves 
Like a sea in the desert 

It filled the arroyos like a lover 
Or the tide before love the opening 
Before the opening the flower 
Dreaming of the bee dreaming 

Of pollen generations of honey 
The wealth of the hive 
And the queen humming 
Her birth song of infinite flight 

Over a globe of no boundaries 
One garden all colors 
A palette of rainy territories 
Mixing new shades forgetting borders 


Katherine West is the author of three collections of poetry and one novel: Scimitar Dreams, The Bone Train, Riddle, and Lion Tamer, respectively.  She has had poetry published in Bombay Gin, Lalitamba, Tanka Journal, Writing in a Woman’s Voice, and TheNewVerse.News who nominated her poem "And Then the Sky" for a Pushcart Prize in 2019.  She lives in the mountains outside of Silver City, New Mexico where she translates Mexican revolutionary poetry and creates custom, hand-made poetry chapbooks.

Friday, July 29, 2016

INSTANT CLASSIC

by Alan Catlin


Jonathan Bachman's Reuters photo of the moment that police arrested Ieshia Evans.


The subject is
a tall, well-dressed
black woman
standing in middle
of a road, hands crossed
at the wrists
facing heavily armed
police-in-riot-gear

so like the blonde
hippie chick inserting
a flower in gun/muzzle
of a heavily armed-primed
for- attack national
guardsman

so like the 60’s:
a black woman arrested
for a silent, non-violent
protest

so like the 60’s
but without the peace
or love
just the wars,
the violence,
the murders,
the riots sure to follow,
and the guns

always
the guns


Alan Catlin is poetry editor of online journal misfitmagazine.net. His latest book of poetry is American Odyssey from Future Cycle Press.

Wednesday, September 02, 2015

TITUM ARUM

by Joan Colby



  The "corpse flower" at the Chicago Botanic Garden was manually opened Sunday morning after it failed to bloom, but the flower did not emit its trademark odor as expected. —NBC Chicago, August 31, 2015


At the Botanic Garden,
The corpse flower was getting ready
To bloom—a once in a lifetime affair.
Fifteen feet high, its vast hulk bulged
Ready to release the stench
That dung beetles adore,
That maggots desire.
But at the seminal moment
Spike decided it could not
Compete in a state rotten
With the stink of politicians:
Four of the last seven governors
Did time—fraud, bribery,
Racketeering, corruption.
The putrid fly leaves in the book
Of their chicaneries
Overwhelm any official flower.


Joan Colby has published widely in journals such as Poetry, Atlanta Review, South Dakota Review, The Spoon River Poetry Review, New York Quarterly, the new renaissance, Grand Street, Epoch, and Prairie Schooner. Awards include two Illinois Arts Council Literary Awards, Rhino Poetry Award, the new renaissance Award for Poetry, and an Illinois Arts Council Fellowship in Literature. She was a finalist in the GSU Poetry Contest (2007), Nimrod International Pablo Neruda Prize (2009, 2012), and received honorable mentions in the North American Review's James Hearst Poetry Contest (2008, 2010). She is the editor of Illinois Racing News, and lives on a small horse farm in Northern Illinois. She has published 11 books including The Lonely Hearts Killers and How the Sky Begins to Fall (Spoon River Press), The Atrocity Book (Lynx House Press) and Dead Horses and Selected Poems from FutureCycle Press. Selected Poems received the 2013 FutureCycle Prize.  Properties of Matter was published in spring of 2014 by Aldrich Press (Kelsay Books). Two chapbooks are forthcoming in 2014: Bittersweet (Main Street Rag Press) and Ah Clio (Kattywompus Press). Colby is also an associate editor of Kentucky Review and FutureCycle Press

Friday, September 26, 2014

AUTUMN EQUINOX

by Howie Good


Image source: Country Wives


A swirling cloud of rocks & gravel
sweeps along the ground,
& before I have time to develop
a plausible theory about it,

the woman staggers up to me,
an eye missing, a hand gone,
a brittle blue flower tucked saucily
behind her remaining ear,
& I suddenly know of what the future consists:

a certain unrest in all there has been,

the desire to rescue scrap
& then serve celebratory champagne
to saints & alcoholics,

an unpremeditated encounter
at the breakfast table with an apple, pears,
a heart cut with a cake knife.


Howie Good's latest book of poetry is The Complete Absence of Twilight (2014) from MadHat Press.