Creative Writing
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golden tequila hangovers
The following poem was originally written in 1994, when Tequila was my poison of choice. I have been sober for fifteen years this coming September 11. wake up/if you canrolling over/from one deadday/into the nextyour moutha dirt filled trench/shoveled with/bad… Continue reading
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This Moment
In a moment (this moment or another?)I can see…feel…a shock of electricitypassing through my brain…conscious that it is only a momentpassing throughI am passing throughthis place…this time …to nowhere…not surebut passing throughnever to return again …and then…the moment is gone. Continue reading
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An Interesting Life
I’ve often said that at seventy-seven, I’ve lived an interesting life.An understatement. It’s times like now when you look back at your life. Celebrate the victories. Learn from the failures. I often think about where I was born and raised.… Continue reading
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voices from the dark corners
On the eve of the United States Supreme Court considering the Fourteenth Amendment and Birthright citizenship that defines who an American is, I offer the following. “All persons born or naturalized in the United States, and subject to the jurisdiction… Continue reading
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The Overwhelming Loudness of Silence
When we all go mad, will we still be shocked by the plundering of his heart? Will we be insultedaggrievedoffendedoutragedupsetslighted by his actionsOr simply roll overand be indifferentunconcernedunemotionalimpassivedispassionateapatheticby the winds of his actionsThe Overwhelming Loudnessof the Silence sayingnothingdoingnothingwill break youinto… Continue reading
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Dear America, Can We Talk?
“…President Trump has fueled a culture of fear, racism, and demonization as part of his efforts to resuscitate a culture of white Christian nationalism.” American Nightmare: Facing the Challenge of Fascism, Henry A. Giroux Excuse me, the late Joan Rivers,… Continue reading
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The Temporary Tenant
When my life convertsFrom matter into energy E = mc2The tombstone will pronounceHere lies The Temporary Tenant I have been a tenant of so many Dreams NightmaresIn so many Cities Towns NeighborhoodsPins on a map Of the U N I… Continue reading
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B l a n k
Dedicated to all those who suffer from memory loss. Memories holding on Without them I am Blank They keep me Alive Joy Anger Without them I am Blank Memories They keep me from going mad I am nothing without them… Continue reading
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Rant #2026
I write a lot of theseHysterical sometimes illogicalScreaming storming kick assRANTSI read & hear a lot of these These daysHow the F’ing damn didWe come to this moment In historyWhy A better questionThe Rant: This is as American as Apple… Continue reading
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1948
I was born Bronx Lincoln HospitalIsrael created Land imaginedEveryone said so Land takenNakba I survivedWhat do I know Palestinians don’t existIt’s not their country Tell that to Indigenous peopleEverywhereIt’s only a map I have a copy of the deedCleansing the… Continue reading
