The ink seems to fall
abrupt
and spill
Oil into the sea
like a Valdez
newsprint
just as toxic
and
harmful
to breathe
but they
made you
A different kind
A pretty mouth
and quirky tongue
placed
just
on the
edge
as you stare
and burn
through heavy-duty
Robot proof
white
and parched
and I
Would
Lose myself
Like a winded
Doll
Unwound
And
Maybe
Just
Cross
Fingers
Not eyes
That you your
Curves
Around my face
yould be less round
you know
maybe
shining
in a different
colored light
before
it got all
Rainbowfckd
and shitgreenbrown
whatever
You call that
I call
it
Waste Inc.
blah
To those who say people wouldn’t look; they wouldn’t be interested; they’re too complacent, indifferent and insulated, I can only reply: There is, in one reporter’s opinion, considerable evidence against that contention.
But even if they are right, what have they got to lose? Because if they are right, and this instrument is good for nothing but to entertain, amuse and insulate, then the tube is flickering now and we will soon see that the whole struggle is lost.
This instrument can teach, it can illuminate; yes, and it can even inspire. But it can do so only to the extent that humans are determined to use it to those ends. Otherwise it is merely wires and lights in a box. Good night, and good luck.
But even if they are right, what have they got to lose? Because if they are right, and this instrument is good for nothing but to entertain, amuse and insulate, then the tube is flickering now and we will soon see that the whole struggle is lost.
This instrument can teach, it can illuminate; yes, and it can even inspire. But it can do so only to the extent that humans are determined to use it to those ends. Otherwise it is merely wires and lights in a box. Good night, and good luck.
Ed Murrow (Good night, and Good Luck 2005)
The name Caribou comes, through French, from \Mi’kmaq qalipu, meaning “snow-shoveler”, referring to its habit of pawing through the snow for food. In Inuktitut, the caribou is known by the name tuttuk (Labrador dialect).
One of my most beloved animals of the wild. I have witnessed them in my travels in Northern Yukon Territory, Alaska, Labrador and in the areas near Trepassey, Newfoundland.
I reached my fist into my chest
spread my fingers wide
tap, tap, tap
on my ribs
just for a laugh
turned my palm to rest on the
thump, thump, thump
dug my nails in
scrape, scrape, Scrape
away the years
funny how light it now appears
drip, drip, drip
blood not tears.
Black Breeze
This is for the cosmos, and how it spins web after web of chance, future, and timely cigarette cravings.
Black Breeze
You set me on fire then walk away
Just dragging your smoke away from my face
Telling me there’s no time or place
Enjoying escape, the fall I can taste
A glance at your smile fills the chambers up
And why are there miles between us at all?
The record you gave me secretly changed me
So I’m not complaining, just sitting here waitingTo take care of someone you met on a line
Her spare heart pinned to you for a time
High over town shines a pinhole of light
I now see your eyes and the future behindTell me you need it, I’ll change you, kill softly
Connections of souls you talk about often
Show me your hand and I’ll show you the sea
A black ship on a black breeze
‘Cause the sooner I know, the sooner I’ll cease
Investigating the air that you breatheTo take care of someone you met on a line
Her spare heart pinned to you for a time
High over town shines a pinhole of light
I now see your eyes and the future behindThe black map is here
The black map awaits
This black map is yours for the choices you’ll makeNow I’ve forgotten thoughts from that day
The day I awoke to a misfiring dream
I wanted to end it with full comprehension
How alone one must be to reach this understanding
But I searched for a cigarette and walked out my door
In the moment I saw you my heart hit the floor
I searched for a cigarette and walked out my door
In the moment I saw you my heart hit the floor
the dark seems so much darker
when I first open my eyes,
a big night in such small room-
a sickness happening in a corner
my soul is involuntarily disturbed, roaring
behind my black hour eyes,
warehouses with broken lights
and wet brick
and I’m counting backwards
stepping over garbage and oily streams
toward blue death,
following carefully arranged maps
in braille
confused by folds and tears
and then suddenly, everything goes
patient and gray
and windows with moons appear
before my cold, child-like eyes
and there it is-
I have been growing old
without ever being born
now
Security Blanket
fgps:
There comes a day
when pacifiers
have to be put away
can’t all be as Linus
dragging around a blankey
‘til he’s buried with it
in a cartoon cemetery
the initial absence
is quite the harrowing experience
floor scuffed from paces
hair pulled out, leaving bare patches
nails chewed
‘til blood ensues
mind holds target
beating the horse long decayed
and then when all need
for security
is at it’s fervent peak
the ebb tide saves
erodes the need away
finding two strong legs
willing to carry you
towards a hidden path
that comfort obscured.
—foolishgirrl
Daylight Kisses Everything
Aimee smiles
through this portal
this computer screen
in this present moment
laughing joyful laughs
the laughs of an
unabashed fangirl
writing poems to the
platform shoes of
David Ryan Adams
and she smiles through
e-mails filled with joyful
moments as she discusses
nursing
Werepom
Ryan Adams lyrics
family
and catharsis found through writing
and when I read of her
doldrums
I wished that I could take the sun
to her
to brighten her day
for I feel as if I offered her
far less light
than she so selflessly provided
and now
in our present moments
Aimee
lives through us
and when we write poems
especially about platform shoes
and when we reblog
posts that remind us of
foolishgirrl
foolishgirrl2
or izaluckycat
when we think of her
when we think of
Aimee
in those moments
we consciously interconnect
and we live
we being Aimee and you and
all others touched by her
kindness
when we look at the sun
we know that Aimee
now writes poems
and sings songs
in a place
without darkness
where daylight kisses everything
*poem written by Jo Sonofjo Wolstenholme
for my friend and fellow poet
Aimee*
Arizona Rain (homesick)
desert cats
dance whenever it rains
my own eyes captured this view
of owls flight in celebration
and horned toads
on holiday
even the creosote is happy
and she releases her perfume
splendid gift
only her sappy leaves can bring
the pounding deluge
fills in dry cracks
rivers race
quenching thirsty washes
as the sky lights
in natural fireworks
and the crack
and the roll
of the most lively drummer.
*poem written by Aimee Marie Paxton-Reese*
