Starvation
Man died due to starvation
In a tiny lodge room-
Two columns box news
Nothing unusual
Had he been such a bad condition?
Who cares?
It’s nobody’s cup of coffee
Still, all accused him
About his mysterious life!
Monthly Archives: September 2018
Poetry from Karen D’Antona
The Lottery
It was surreal even when it was happening.
I can’t help but think of it as some strange kind of lottery.
The children were delighted; we’re going home early! Who will be next? Why can’t it be me?
The single mothers usually so beautifully made up, were numb and ashen.
As more children left the classroom, the cheers were replaced by fears.
The teacher was so brave holding their tender faces, as tears dripped down her hands.
What’s happening? The children’s voices whispered. She shook, as she searched for the words.
Little did any of us know the numbers would be 9-11.
*My unique reference point was created in a community where many of the parents worked in The Twin Towers. From the inside of a fourth grade classroom, I watched as an unselfish, dedicated teacher did her job under the most traumatic of circumstances.
9-11 reminds us that fate does not choose favorites.
9-11
Karen D’Antona
About the Author…
Karen D’Antona is a survivor, risk-taker, wife, mother, and educator. Her spare time is filled with love, drama, home cooked meals, and a well paired wine… not necessarily in that order.
Poetry from Joan Beebe
NATURE’S FURY
California fires stretching across thousands
Of acres with trees and brush waiting to
Feed this monster’s appetite.
Great walls of flames devouring
The ready food of timber.
Flames and smoke rising higher into the sky,
But the ongoing march of this giant of fire
Still taking with it hundreds of homes
And other buildings.
Many evacuations and those people
Have no choice but to escape
The persistent oncoming wall of flames.
It will take many years to recover the land
And the normal lives of those who lost everything.
However, the day will come when nature will
Take over and the beauty that was once
There will again be glorious in its new life.
Artwork from Jeongeui
I want to feel more
I want to see more
I want to do more I have never done ,
then I want to live a better human life.
I want to live like a flowing stream.
Poetry from Chimezie Ihekuna
Chimezie Ihekuna
The truth about wildfires..
It is an aberration to nature
The substance of fire is being abused
It plunges humanity into the ocean of cataclysm
Trees are humanity’s breathing machines
But when there is an inferno, breathing seizes.
There is always hope
When humanity thinks of making more trees
There will be free breathing machines.
Hope of the future: seeds of today
Harmony with nature is the pulling-down of wildfires
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