Go France! Wake up America!

frag

but the night is too beautiful for history. make way!
it calls, for me. but there is no time.

with her pinked glove, she reaches out, barely
whispering: name! name me. i say she says.

give me back which you have taken to carry
inside you, the connection she searches. reaches.

give me back an innocence i have given.

no

accomplishment is all there is. all that remains yours. except of course that it doesn’t, and it stinks, all of its own. i am talking to walls.
today is another day when i hear him cursing like he wasn’t a memory: every day i wish it was over before i have left the bed i think about this an(other) day of treachury. any day is as good, and i never know in advance which day it is.
other is the unbearable death. that is the death that must be thought through, lived through. your own death is only a ghost.
she is sweet and lovely and i love her too much to bear. i told her she was mean and uncaring, today, i felt it then, but at the same time all the other but i only said the one because…i don’t know.
i know there’s no forgiveness and nothing to forgive for.

More goings on here in the south--Sunday!

Sunday, March 19
March for Peace Justice and Democracy
Gather 1:00pm, First Congregational Church
March through Midtown to Overton Park
Rally for Peace and Justice - 2:00pm Veterans Plaza, Overton Park

End the Occupation
from Iraq to Afganistan

Bring the Troops Home NOW

From Iraq to New Orleans
Fund Peoples Needs - Not the War Machine

Goings on in Memphis--Tonight!

Eyes Wide Open: The Human Cost of War
An exhibit that speaks and reminds us of the human cost of war.
March 15- 21, 10am- 6pm
First Congregational Church, 1000 S. Cooper

Opening Forum:
State of the City: The REAL Human Cost of War
Thursday March 16, 7:00pm
First Congregational Chuech, 1000 S. Cooper
A forum that looks at the costs of war that extend beyond the war on Iraq to the war on the poor here at home.

Eyes Wide Open: National Guard Memorial is over 350 pairs of boots tagged with the names of National Guard soldiers who have died in the Iraq war. They are displayed together with a visual representation of the thousands of Iraqi civilians that have died in the war.

She dared, she tried, and as she lay, her
friends said that “at least she tried,” dying,
her faceless shadow deformend by its effort.

all this is about a letter. a just letter. just
a letter. but justice isn’t enough. justice is not
what they were looking for. they were

looking for…you guessed it! you get it—
the prize.

so she layed there dying, too tired to breathe
too naked to open her eyes, she layed in the place
she had leaped into arms thrown back like a, well,

a mummy is surely not the right figure, a monster
isn’t quite what she was thinking of, but there
was a monster, the way they sneak up on you!

she prayed to the unknown, thinking of her fellow
evangelist anarchists, vegans, egnostics,
the whole queer army! passed behind her faceless shadow,

like the w/hole that was never there. like the breath
she forget to whisper like a home she would never fly
from/with/out on, she shot out into the air

finally on the skates like the ones that skate in hell
freezing in a moment before smashing the canon like
a bad skin she no
longer
wanted.

she was stoned and came down hard. beside herself.
beneath the ground. she let out