riverbabble 28, Winter 2016

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riverbabble 28 --------s Winter 2016

Subway Floor, Buenos Aires by Christopher Novak

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riverbabble 28

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Poetry

Sharon Coleman:
         yarn
         sunspider

Liz Dolan:
         Taking the New York State Writing Test (January 28, 1986)
         After the Second Shift

Richard Fein:
          A Cacophony of Drummers
          Eviction

Casey FitzSimons:
          Skara Brae
          Exchange

Nancy Flynn:
          Same As It Ever Was
          Before the chainsaw and the chain-link and the backhoe

Rafael Jesús González:
         Volviendo a casa / Coming Home
         Una voz perdida / A Lost Voice

Eileen Malone:
          Wild Lilac
          All Right

Suzanne Nielsen:
          There is no There There
          Dough Rising

Barbara Ruth:
          Cityscape #1
          Dead Dads Conversation

John Oliver Simon:
          Tumor
          Rattlesnake

Sandra Storey:
          Time has to be thick
          On the Verge Haikus

Anne Whitehouse:
          Preserves
          The "E-E-E-E-E-E"

Virginia Barrett:   Black

Gary Beck:   Art for the People

Maia Cornish:   The Lipstick

Suzanne Bruce:   The Rain Will Come

Patricia Bulitt:   Sometimes she thinks this

jd daniels:   Lavished

Colin Dardis:   Why the Great Ones Wrote

William Doreski:   To the Other

KJ Hannah Greenberg:   The Elusiveness of a Royal Title

Jennifer Hernandez:   Campsite wild berries

James Croal Jackson:   Golden Gate

Oonah V. Joslin:   Another Launch

Marie Kilroy:   The Fair

Maureen Kingston:   How Practice Makes Perfect

Miriam Kotzin:   Moth Wings. Memory

W. F. Lantry:   This is How a Person Becomes a Flowering Orchard

Larry Lefkowitz:   Completion / Incompletion

Joseph Lisowski:   Quick Winter Thaw

Lisa Ludden:   Books, Bicycles

Suchoon Mo:   Dance of a Fly

Janell Moon:   Distraction

Sharon Lask Munson:   Mystery of the Missing Billfold

Edward Mycue:   From a Faded Sepia Photograph

James B. Nicola:   Menhir

Anthony Adrian Xavier Pino:   Ocean City, July 2013

Ruth Sabath Rosenthal:   Escaping Winter's Chill (haiku)

David Shaddock:    November, Tilden

d. n. simmers:    Last Night

John Swain:   Behind the Hill

Phibby Venable:   Considering the Horses

David Welper:   The Ends of Things

Yuan Changming:   Another Snowfall

Fiction

Anna Bálint:   The Girl on the Pay Phone

Liz Dolan:   Bless Me, Father

Roger Leatherwood:   Dan in the San Diego Rain

Doug McBride:   Wants and Needs

Tom Sheehan:   The Last of the Roses

Clinton Siegle:   Jack saves a Princess in modern era

Flash Fiction

Maureen Kingston:   Swing Shift at Fallen Oaks Care Center

Joseph Lisowski:   Lost in Transit

Robert McPeak:   Dad's Watch

James Shaffer:   The Gift

Sandy Steinman:   The Ladies'

David Spicer:
           Girl in the Neon Green Rubber Rain Boots
           Night of the Long Trucks

Essay

Joan Bailey:   Guests of an Indifferent Host

Jim Ross:   The Pit

He had come nearer the edge of the sea and wet sand slapped his boots. The new air greeted him, harping in wild nerves, wind of wild air of seeds of brightness. Here, I am not walking out to the Kish lightship, am I? He stood suddenly, his feet beginning to sink slowly in the quaking soil. Turn back.

                                                                    JAMES JOYCE, Ulysses, p.37. 265-269, 1910-1914

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full moon: The Moon Blesses the Land

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La luna bendice la tierra 

 

El humo perfumado se alza

hacia la luna llena

para empezar el andar

en tierra sagrada,

protegerla del abuso,

dejarla ser

o cultivarla tiernamente.

Somos de ella,

     es nuestro sanar.

La luna bendice la tierra.

                    © Rafael Jesús González 2016  

Acción para proteger el terreno "Gill Tract" del mal uso 

por los Regentes de la Universidad de California 

24 enero 2016

 The Moon Blesses the Land

The perfumed smoke rises

toward the full moon

to begin the walk

on sacred land,

protect it from abuse,

let it be

or cultivate it tenderly.

We are of it,

-----It is our healing.

The moon blesses the land.

-----------------© Rafael Jesús González 2016

Action to protect the “Gill Tract” land from misuse

by the University of California Regents 

Jan. 24, 2016

"Gill Tract"

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Aquarius

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-----------Acuario

 

A Acuario,
---el airoso,
------fijo en su servicio,
lo vigila Urano desde lejos;
Saturno le pesa como plomo
y su luz como granate ardiente
destella en el cántaro de amatista
que carga Acuario,
----sus tobillos, sus pantorrillas
----bañados en el aire fijo
----de sus ideales luminosos.


 
---------© Rafael Jesús González 2016




-------------Aquarius


 
Aquarius,
---the graceful,
------at ease in his service,
is watched by Uranus from afar;
Saturn weighs on him like lead
& its light like a burning garnet
bounces sparks on the amethyst jar
that Aquarius carries,
----his ankles, his calves
----bathed in the fixed air
----of his luminous ideals.

 
----------© Rafael Jesús González 2016
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Wednesday, February 3, 2016 reading

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Francisco X. Alarcón (2/21/54-1/15/16)

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Tanka for Francisco X. Alarcón

 

The wise old ones said

only flower and song lasts,

that all that lives dies.

My poet friend lived fully;

the words he wrote will go on.

 

                                                        ---          © Rafael Jesús González 2016

Francisco X. Alarcón (2/21/54-1/15/16)

Tanka para Francisco X. Alarcón

 

Los viejos sabios decían

Que sólo la flor y canto perdura,

Que todo lo que vive muere.

Mi amigo poeta vivió plenamente,

las palabras que escribió seguirán.

                                                             --------    © Rafael Jesús González 2016

 

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Martin Luther King Jr. (1/15/29 - 4/4/68)

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Martin Luther King Jr.
by Yousul Karsh

----------After the Lecture

---------------------------for Martin Luther King Jr.
A woman said I was not polite
to the opposition,
that I was harsh
and did not encourage
discourse.

Perhaps if I were Christ,
I could say, “Forgive them
----for they know not what they do.”
Or the queen, and apologize
for stubbing my executioner’s toes.

But only if I knew
the executioners
----were mine only.

What courtesy have I the right to give
to them who break the bones,
----the souls of my brothers,
------------------my sisters;
deny bread, books
----to the hungry,
----the children;
--------medicine, healing
--------to the sick;
roofs to the homeless;

who spoil the oceans,
----lay waste the forests
--------and the deserts,
violate the land?

Affability on the lips
of outrage
is a sin and blasphemy
----I’ll not be guilty of.



----------© Rafael Jesús González 2016






--------Después del Discurso

------------------------a Martin Luther King Jr.

Una mujer me dijo que no fui cortés
con la oposición,
que fui duro
y que no animé
discusión.

Tal vez si fuera Cristo,
pudiera decir — Perdónalos
----que no saben lo que hacen. —
O la reina, y disculparme
por haber pisarle el pie a mi verdugo.

Pero solamente si supiera
que los verdugos
fueran solamente míos.

¿Qué cortesía tengo el derecho a darles
a los que quiebran los huesos
----y las almas de mis hermanos,
--------------------mis hermanas;
les niegan el pan, los libros
----a los hambrientos,
----a los niños;
--------la medicina, el sanar
--------a los enfermos;
techos a los desamparados;

que estropean los mares,
----que destruyen los bosques
--------y los desiertos,
violan la tierra?

Afabilidad en los labios
de la furia justa
es pecado y blasfemia
----de la cual no seré culpable.



-----------© Rafael Jesús González 2016

Martin Luther King Jr.
by Tony Spina

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Schooling the World, Thursday, Jan. 28

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