On the Trail of Richard Wagner | Euromaxx
R. Wagner, happy birthday!
America is one bad winter away from a food disaster, thanks to dying bees
Todd Woody, qz.comForget the plight of the polar bear for a moment and consider the coming collapse of the $30 billion honey bee economy in the US.
Since 2006 honey bees responsible for pollinating more than 100 crops—from apples to zucchini—have b…
#bees Time to act.
Trying our best in NY to replenish population.
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DFL leaders in the House say they have the votes to pass the bill.
Wedding bells will be ringing…for June brides and grooms.
In seventh grade because I loved Maria DaBica
I no longer was a child of God
My baptism and communion dresses, stored away, were never to be used again
Not by a child of mine I could never have
Because I loved Maria DaBica
Who confessed to kissing boys
My sins could be forgiven, but damnation forever sealed
Maria, I never stopped saying Maria, long before West Side Story
And that love was forbidden, too
And damned as well
I wonder now if her loves brought her happiness, or joy or life eternal
Knowing what I know, and not in seventh grade
I doubt it very much
The Catholic Church club is an equal opportunity excluder
When the Supreme Court, like the Supreme God
Weighs in, or won’t
With manmade jurisdiction
Loving my Maria will not make any difference
Love cannot be legislated
Regulated
Not the first or last or any in between
So, if I meet Maria, or where, or when, or if
Loving her has brought me happiness, and joy and lifelong memories
About which you cannot ask, nor will I ever tell
Long before I could write I learned I could not be the author of my own story
Each sentence of my life was already written
Pre- scribed
By legal definitions
Religious words engrained in sacramental rituals
I wanted to know these authors
Meet them one by one
Still have not
With what time I have left
I want to have my name inscribed on every page
Cover to cover, even the footnotes
Re- edited to show that most of all
I loved more careful than of anything
Outside the law
Religious refugee
Or tried
That I was a lover of lieder
And you
In every chapter written of my life
My words will be my own
My story will be written
That was mine and ours alone
Reaching for your presence to be with me once again
I wonder on this full moon night
Does a soul have insomnia
Does it wander soothing sorrows in the night
By happenstance
Or answer by supplication grieving widows
Orphans
Lovers seeking solace
Or connection
Oh to believe that souls exist
Long after ever after
Full moon sky where my soul mate lives
Send her on a moon beam to me
Would you please?
Solitary Confinement
In solitary silence I reach towards empty space
Forgetting you are gone
In this momentary yearning I remember
Those quiet, gentle nights
You tendered sanctuary
Cradled the truths of our selves in each other’s arms
Till spent with the knowledge of each other we gave ourselves to sleep
Oh, woman of my heart I need you now
To still this longing in me, now, as I remember.
Breaking Free
Breaking free from privilege
Is harder than a prison break
To leave the luxury of freedom
Choice that money buys
Each day that you lived
Apart from limitations you could not fathom
Was all that you desired
Like the panther in the poem that you loved
Beloved Rilke
You wanted it
And so did I
And so did we
We became refugees in a war not of our making
A battleground of limitations on our love
And life together
It was not a trip to Disney World
Crushed under the boot of the brutal order
Yelled across the table
Before the wand scans over where hands will pat
The form will be completed
The violation will be public and repeatedWhat does it mean, “For I was in prison and you visited me?”
Anyone who ever has must ask this “why” each time
Visiting a prison makes you a prisoner
Of the unbending rules
The indifference towards your caring, if you try
You will be tested
You will be a number, too.
You will feel the closing of the gate behind you
Locked inAnd you will return again to overcome the oppression of the system
That will not chain your soul
No matter how it tries
#AprilIsPoetryMonth
PrisonPoems
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Did you know when you took up your revolution’s cause
The evil that you vowed to overcome
Was less than the evil you would come to live with all around you?
Who kills their own child, lets a boyfriend, or a casual lover
Have such dominion over mother love?
Courts can sentence under legal codes
But evil has no master
Except one
When chosen it cannot be restrained
By legal definitions
You know now what this means
As each night the gate locks you in
Where evil lives a life sentence with you
But you will not live a life sentence with it
Or, so I have been told.
