Wednesday, August 12


JOY in waging the peace .  . .

JOY in waging the peace . . .

Joy, peace, peace and justice, poem, Poetry
“If you want to end the war then instead of sending guns, send books. Instead of sending tanks, send pens. Instead of sending soldiers, send teachers.” ~ Malala Yousafzai (17 year-old Noble Peace Laureate) tawny moon, an evening grace, a calm drapes itself on the dwindling day the mystic mountains, pristine, rise high above an earthy base, the wizard Merlin’s realm with memories of a green and primal past … …….of rootedness …………..essential things and Peace! a lively Peace … visits us on the briny spray, delights at the meeting of land and sea at rhythms of ocean against the shore as waves drift in and out, fling and toss stop, start, begin again and then again splashing, salt of a mother’s tears moonlight wanes, a liminal hour and Peace! capriciou...

time for the temple whores to sleep with insanity

Healing, peace, poem, Poetry
originally published in The BeZine does it bloom, this horror, from my nonEuropean roots from the scent of cinnamon in my blood? the brown and yellow tinges of my skin? or is it just your old soul and mine and this intuition we share on the ground of one another’s battles, witness the fuming anger feeding disenchantment in the street and the acquisitive tendencies of the elite, cowardly saber-rattling, cut off from authority, from that innate expressively honest power of our erotic selves, our instinctive selves, the non-rational knowing that embodies strength, nothing weak or pornographic in its expression, a profound antithesis to the pornography of war and hate that, in the end, is about impotence, about the emboli of narrow minds, grasping oligarchs fomenting triba...