Arts & Culture / Convergence / Politics / Vol 3. No. 1 star of Bethlehem open in profusion with the new moon a ground cover of small celestial flowers on this day when the faithful break their month-long fast at long last the bones of our children have been returned to family and earth… how could it be? almost […]
Convergence / Politics / Vol. 2 No. 4notes to self rant/ rally/ housework (III and) continuing. . . this is for all the traffic jammers and the head bangers, for fights over parking and jumping to the front of the line in your face, to hell with everybody else, “where’s mine?” “I gotta get mine!” too busy […]
Arts & Culture / Convergence / Health / Politics / Vol. 2 No. 3unbearable witness i do not want to write these words_ escorted by flashing red and blue lights the long white truck an enormous hearse passes slowly down the street through the neighborhood no where to run or hide from its path the stare of its headlights a mark on each […]
Arts & Culture / Convergence / International / Politics / Vol. 2 No. 1-2in the morning too late too soon moon on the western horizon opal slipped over night pearl, mollusk, sunstone tear in a sea of sky after a day of last minute cooking shows visiting a dear older friend receiving but not right now says the nurse and “maybe he won’t […]
Arts & Culture / Convergence / Politics / Vol. 1 No. 3-4Remembering Sally Hemings* On November 5, 2008 Whose silken fetters all the senses bind And soft captivity involves the mind. Imagination! Who can sing thy force? (Phillis Wheatley. On Imagination.) Sally Hemings Albemarle County, Virginia Dear Miss Phillis Wheatley, Or would you prefer Mrs. Phillis Peters? A name contains so […]
Arts & Culture / The Reading Room / Vol. 1 No. 2Banana Boat Moon And a hibiscus behind your ear like the exotically melancholy singer though you are a mad cap trickster who changes your birthday from hurricane time to June 11 on a spring whim in route to the place you claim to be born in it rolls off your […]
Arts & Culture / Convergence / Politics / Vol. 1 No. 1I. 1859 “What to the Slave is the fourth of July?” asked Frederick Douglass the abolitionist prophet once enslaved who stole and then wrote himself free. Today I think Lonely. II. 2015 The hurricane has been down graded to a tropical storm but there is poetic justice despite the […]