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Showing posts with label memorials. Show all posts
Showing posts with label memorials. Show all posts

Saturday, May 28, 2022

NEVER ENOUGH

by Judy Kronenfeld


Time magazine's shocking cover for the Texas shooting: "Enough" - News  Rebeat


The people embracing each other, wiping
tears from their eyes, kneeling
to place roses and carnations, 
the banner headlines, the when
is enough enough? Then the families
home alone after our national rituals,
the presidential visit. Now the children’s
bereft bedrooms, the stories slipping
down front pages and inside the newspaper,
then gone, now Absence just beginning
to take up residence, burrowing
in and in and in. 


Judy Kronenfeld’s fifth full-length collection of poetry Groaning and Singing was published by FutureCycle Press in February, 2022. Previous books include Shimmer (WordTech, 2012) and Bird Flying through the Banquet (FutureCycle, 2017). Her poems have appeared widely in journals including Cider Press Review, MacQueen’s Quinterly, New Ohio Review, Offcourse,  Slant, and Verdad.

Thursday, August 12, 2021

HOPE

by Sandra Anfang


“Hope and Justice” by David Garibaldi


is not the thing with feathers bickering at the feeder
bullying the finches into flight
 
nor the Hallmark card, faded from decades of cliché
shoved in the back of the dollar store rack
 
Hope is not the white dove flying from the open hymnal
like a pop-up book, nor the blond god on 
 
nana’s closet door smiling from his ruby throne.
It’s not the inscription on the hand-drawn
 
sign buried in roses at the site of the latest
black man’s murder by the men in blue
 
nor the Christian Covid patient emoting from
his ICU bed, hoarding oxygen and prayers
 
while millions of deniers chorus no,
we won’t go to vaccine clinics.
 
Hope is not the promised land behind
a child’s eyes when she mouths on bended knee
 
bless mommy and daddy and
all the creatures in the sea.
 
Is hope the force that pulls us from our beds
when the world seems to have given up?
 
Is it the hands that brew the coffee, steep the tea
debate existence with our feline friends
 
hands that kindle the ritual of another day
as if our time were endless here.
 

Sandra Anfang is a poet, editor, poetry teacher, and visual artist. She’s the author of Looking Glass Heart and Road Worrier (Finishing Line Press, 2016 and 2018) and Xylem Highway (Main Street Rag, 2019) and the founder of Rivertown Poets in Petaluma, CA. Since Covid overtook our lives, she alternates between binging on statistics and walking and writing to allay her fears.