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Monday, August 16, 2021

EARTH QUAKE

by Joan Halperin

                                                                                                                    
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As she usually does when we dine,
when we laugh and carry on,
Margaret says “and we sit here in our bubble
while Haitians scurry around the rubble
attempting to extricate their dead.”
 
None of us wants Margaret at our table.
 
We pause. What can we do to help?
Donate clothing, food,  perhaps even toys.
Margaret says “Nothing like that will stop their strife,
will stop a boy from devouring garbage.
A toy teddy bear never saved a life."
 
None of us wants Margaret at our table.
None of us want to devour our ice cream scoops.
but deep in us a desire to save  our neighbors,
deep in us a knowledge that we own too much.
 
None of us wants Margaret at our table
but she finds the timber, lights the fire
 
flickering, that small spark,
almost available to touch.
 
 
Joan Halperin has been published in Passengers, Confrontation, Persimmon Tree, and others. She lives and continues to write at Orchard Cove, a continuing care residence in Canton Mass.

Wednesday, April 17, 2019

IN THE JUNGLE, LIANAS COVER WHOLE CITIES

by Devon Balwit




After 1,700 years, two vast Buddhas fell
to dynamite. 856, and Notre-Dame scorches
the Paris skyline, a spark from a restorer’s blowtorch,
or some other carelessness, small
to have such large consequences. Strangers tell
each other stories of the time they marched
up the narrow spiral staircase to perch
in the tower, uplifted by history, and marvel.
The Stoics warn that as long as we place
our highest good outside ourselves, we’re at the mercy
of caprice. Inside is our rose window, our flying
buttress. Inside, the thunderous bell and the space
for God. It’s hard. We trust what we can see.
But each loss invites us to keep trying.


Devon Balwit's most recent collection is titled A Brief Way to Identify a Body (Ursus Americanus Press). Her individual poems can be found here as well as in The Cincinnati Review, Tampa Review, Fifth Wednesday (on-line), Apt, Grist, and Oxidant Engine among others.