Dear citizen 
Friday, June 27, 2014, 03:22 PM - Poetry and Writing
If economic security

I mean agency I mean

justice is not bred to

move in political realms

is it because the path is simply

one of snakes and ladders, spirals

because we donít find the right

balance of love and power,

between growing trees and

navigating jungles or we chickegg

the poor thing into parts until

itís stuck or dying

failed to watch

how it moved. Is it

because we miss in it

the moral power, the

imagination, intoxication,

the trust, the critical

intangible of the

townhouse, the gathering,

the dialogue, this dialogue,

our kite and our stars.

This found poem was generated from a forum that I participated in at the Coady Institute on the links between economic and political citizenship. For me, as I describe in my bio, the two have always been tied though political (in the broadest sense) agency cannot be assumed.

Tuesday, June 26, 2012, 02:16 PM - Poetry and Writing
Black folds into fog into forest.
An arm shot bare. On her knees

in the sphagnum humming,
plunging knuckles numb.

One day as any other
you find youíre carrying death.

Lilith came long before Eve.
She led her.

Sheís back breathing
night with the sleepless

plucking ferns
by the moon

before they unfurl
unshoe the coming horses.

78 poets in 78 hours against Bill 78 
Monday, June 4, 2012, 01:45 PM - Poetry and Writing
Alessandra Naccarato started a great initiative against Bill 78 in Quebec around poetry. Restricting the right to organize in Canada??!! Where is the Canada we used to be proud of. To go to the poetry website click on related link below. This is one of the two poems that I contributed:

He ordered the trees
and the flowers,
lined up all of the
creatures in
rows, hushed
the forest but
a group of
butterflies began
to emerge. Dozens
then tens of
thousands danced
a red fury,
wings clanging.

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Saturday, December 3, 2011, 08:57 PM - Poetry and Writing
There were only two left:
the word and the hand.
The hand could not hold the word
The word could not read the hand.
But a star chattered to them one night.
If you are right, then one of us is not needed.
What if both of us are true?
Then we donít need to be two.
What if we arenít really two?
Then one of us is dead.
What if both of us are dead?
Then there is no need for stars.

Published in THIS Magazine, January 2012.

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Found, Fukushima 
Wednesday, March 23, 2011, 08:00 PM - Poetry and Writing
Cooling failure, cold
shut down, partial
melting of core, vapor
vented, hydrogen explosion,
(yes you read correctly)
hydrogen explosion,
seawater pumped in,
fuel rods fully
exposed, damage to
system, potential
meltdown feared,
pool holding
spent fuel rods,
pool water levels
receding, reactor
no. 5, no. 6, no. 4
no. 7 - under maintenance
when quake struck.

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