Monthly Archives: May 2011

Red Stripe under a Jamaican moon

Heat radiates from patio stones
even in the darkness.
Sweat beads roll slowly down the amber bottle.
O’er the mountain,
its green shades seen as black,
the yellow orb climbs quickly
to add its reflected light to the night
as it hangs like a Communion wafer in the sky.
A breeze stirs the leaves.
I drink
and remember.
 
23 May 2011
University of the West Indies
Mona Campus, Jamaica

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Nightmares

Life ended
and the nightmare began
when they came,
the so-called soldiers;
came and took her,
took and armed her,
armed and used her,
used and raped her.

Life began,
new possibility,
when she learned
a child she carried;
stirring in her womb,
crying at his birth,
nursing at her breast,
laughing at her side.

Life ended
in another nightmare.
Again came
the so-called soldiers;
though loved by her so dearly,
tormented by the children,
rejected by the village,
her young son went with them.

23 May 2011
University of the West Indies
Kingston, Jamaica

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Ultra Deck

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Under the great white tent,
beneath our trampling feet
through the holes and around the seams
of the Ultra Deck,
slender green shoots spring;
seeking sun,
affirming life.
22 May 2011
University of the WestIndies
Kingston, Jamaica

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Arpilleras

Flour sacks and
scraps of cloth
brightly colored,
pieced together,
stitched together,
transformed by skilled hands:
art of resistance
witness to sorrow,
remembering pain.

Flour sacks and
scraps of cloth
brightly colored,
pieced together,
stitched together,
transformed by skilled hands:
art of resistance
love’s affirmation,
proclaiming hope.

23 May 2011
University of the West Indies
Kingston, Jamaica

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The ways you learn things

Watching The Sorcerer’s Apprentice, I started backtracking an actress – something that I often do.

I discovered that Alice Krige who played Morgana Le Fey was the Borg Queen in various Star Trek flicks and played the love interest for Harold Abrahams (played by Ben Cross who played Sarek in the most recent Star Trek – yes, I wonder if I have cinematic ADD) in Chariots of Fire.

It’s a small world.

Cue Vangelis.

See you along the Trail.

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Rats! Missed it

And I was so in the market for some ginormous fleas. I will have to pay closer attention next year.

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A better answer

I think I have come up with a better answer.

The Shire on the Hudson was used for many years by interns serving the Presbyterian Church at the United Nations.

Neighbors apparently got used to this. They give very quizzical looks when they realize that I live there. And after a moment or two of thought, they usually come up with a profound observation along the lines of, “You aren’t an intern, are you?”

So far I have let people off the hook gently. I quote Nancy Reagan and then explain that I am not an intern and that we have reconfigured the ministry and its staffing pattern.

This happened again today and it makes me think that the time has come to make a change. After significantly less careful pondering that it deserves, I have come up with an alternative response.

“You aren’t an intern, are you?”

“Why yes. Yes I am. And think how old that must make you.”

I’ll let you know what happens if I try it.

See you along the Trail.

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Sometimes we laugh

Sometimes we laugh
because we are happy,
our laughter rings with joy.

Sometimes we laugh
because we are nervous,
our laughter cuts the edge.

Sometimes we laugh
because we are frightened,
our laughter masks our fears.

Sometimes we laugh
because we are grieving
our laughter hides our tears.

Sometimes we laugh.

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Reframing

It has been said before, but it bears repeating. Speaking to Presbyterian Women in the Presbytery of New York City, Dana Trexler of Safe Horizon pondered:

In situations of abuse, people often ask:
“Why doesn’t she leave?”

Shouldn’t people ask:
“Why doesn’t he stop hitting her?”

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Geneva – 10 May 2011

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