Friday, June 29, 2012

Friday's Children by Afzal Moolla



Stones.


Making tea for two,
alone.

Desolate tears mingle with the Earl of Grey.

A heart shredded,
leaving only wasted murmurs,
wasted breaths.

A soul hardened,
all alone.

A heart aching,
to beat.

The heart slips,
among scattered stones.


Copyright © 2012 by Afzal Moolla









Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Purple Words: Darkest Jokes And Poe-Bells


The Darkest Jokes And Poe-Bells

This is a Dream, of course:
    An ongoing Movie,
        An old Job
            of Contract Storytelling
            with a few private jokes
              worked in,
    But the darkest jokes can have
a secret truth to them.

This comes from a fictional account
    about James Whale,
        The Father of Frankenstein
    who had his own secrets revealed in the Dark Jokes sprinkled throughout
    Frankenstein, The Bride Of Frankenstein, The Invisible Man.
   

He and most of his Actors
    were Gay at a time when it
             wasn’t a accepted thing.
Like a Dream within a Dream,
    I was asleep and the Bells started.
        They Boomed! for they were
            Poe-Bells...Poe-Bells...
        Bing-bing-bong-BOOM!
    BOOM! BOOM!
signaling some horribleness
    about to descend upon us,
        some Doom about to make
            itself an fit conclusion
                 to this Storytelling.

Purple Mark 062312




Prompts:
1)    “I was asleep, and the bells started...they boomed! Poe-bells...they were Poe-bells...Bing-bing-bong-BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!” pgs. 174-5
2)    Edward Albee Who’s afraid of Virginia Woolf? Pocket Books 1962.
3)    “This is a dream, of course. It’s a movie, an old job of contract storytelling with a few jokes worked in. But the darkest jokes can have a secret truth.” pg. 134 Christopher Bram Father of Frankenstein Plume Books 1995.
   

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Something About Jim Lindberg (from long ago)





Kool Aid


Ever wonder if Jonestown juice tasted good? They mixed the Kool Aid™ without sugar, forced themselves to drink the bitterness of Jimmy’s life.

The end of the world never came:
not for Jim Jones; not for Hal Lindsay; not for David Koresh; not for Heaven’s Gate; not for Jehovah’s Witnesses; not for Seventh Day Adventist’s; not for Pentecostals camped out on the Temple Mount in Jerusalem; not for computer dependent society on year two thousand.
Not for anyone anywhere has this world ended upon setting a date. Not even for me, will this world crash and burn under my feet.

I inherited this stain from my father and he from his as well. My grandfather, who lived through the great depression, spent the rest of his days in paranoia of the crashes second coming.

Every night, for over twenty years, my father would wax poetically gloom and doom at the dinner table always about the second coming; the second coming of the crash! Whereby, on this glorious day, Wall Street stockbrokers would jump to their deaths; yes, they would jump to their deaths out skyscraper windows. As they fell, their finical dreams would flash in front of their eyes before they landed—splat. Each time he told that story, I swore I’d never be like him.

I am the same he. However, I am not seeking economic destruction in America Nor the deaths of a few rich men in New York City. My lament is that the end of this age of violence will not come soon enough to satisfy my theological desires. I am sane enough to know that I cannot simply wish it to be so.

November 18, 1978, Jim Jones at Jonestown, French Guyana, slaughtered the innocent along with the guilty. He wanted the end so badly; he tried to force God’s hand.

It didn’t work the rapture never came. However, Jimmy did stop the world’s turning for an instant, when the news broke on TV. The sight of all those bodies stuffed into Bags strewn across the grounds of his tent church was horrific—one that I’ll never forget.

The irony is that in all the massacres that followed this world keeps spinning at the same rapid pace.


Composed by William James on May 18, 2001, McMinnville, Oregon.





Monday, June 25, 2012

Lester James Lindberg Obituary

Lester James (Jim) Lindberg
Dec. 1, 1938 – June 24, 2012

Jim Lindberg, age 73, passed away June 24 as a result of a traffic accident. Jim was born in Portland, OR, attended Grant H.S., and graduated from Reed College with a degree in physics. He served 3 years in the U.S. Army, owned & operated S & C Lumber for 25 years with his brother-in-law, Leonard Fischer. After closing S&C, he worked as a cook at Spirit Mtn. Casino for 9 years. Two years ago, Jim opened “A Turning Leaf” Home Medical Equipment with his daughter, Anne & husband, Randy Turner. He served as CFO for a new company that provided many jobs for the local community of Lebanon & Salem. He loved the outdoors, hiking, picking blackberries, and working with his mind and hands in building, creating, and solving problems. He also tutored math & physics to his nieces and grandchildren. He is survived by his wife of 47 years, Lucie, sister, Suzanne Nelson, daughter, Anne, son, William and six grandchildren. A memorial service will be held on Saturday, June 30th, 11:00am at Emmanuel Lutheran Church in Willamina where he was a member.


Today, I saw his remains. The mortician covered him up so that only the beautiful parts of his face shown. Fortunately, for us only half of his scull smashed against the dash board. I keep on hearing in my head, "OH NO," as he swerved off the highway and over corrected.

I wonder what his last thoughts were of? I sat with him alone in the dark unable to stand. I had to be alone with him. I could not say what I need to say with others present. I've only cried once before as an adult. Crying is painful for men. We don't like to release the din of pain unto the world. The last time I cried was when Kay severed our relationship. Kay was the only woman I've ever proposed to. In some sense, I never did get over her. And I suspect that I never will get over my father. My dad probably never got over his father's passing either.

Lester Leonard Lindberg left his son 39 years ago and suffered a lingering death from multiple strokes. I remember him. Laying in nursing home bed in Seaside. When I went to the clam dig with your cousins. I walked by that care center. I recognized it instantly even though the last time I saw the place I was a little boy. I felt like a little boy again when before your remains, i doubled over in grief.

Yes, dad, I will install that whorehouse light for you. And I will write a poem or short about it. If I am lucky, it will be a slam poem that you can perform through me. I always wanted you to see me perform the love of my life. Poetry.

Do you remember that day we went body surfing down at Newport?


Sunday, June 24, 2012

Good Bye Dad, I hope I made you proud



At ~3:10PM today, my father was killed in a car accident. He was 73 years old. I never got the chance to tell him goodbye or that I loved him.

The end for him was just so sudden. And for us as well. Mom said that he woke up happy. He was working on project for a neighbor. He was rebuilding a wood splitter. This was the sort of thing that dad enjoyed. He was a mechanical genius or at least that is what it seemed like to me.

Looking at the pictures of the collision are unreal. I guess, I just thought he was a superman and would continue on forever. Fortunately, no one else was injured in the accident. At least I got to see him for a few minutes today.

This whole day seems like a dream. I woke up after four hours of sleep, drove his truck to St. Michael's, in Grand Ronde, to go to Mass. I didn't stay after very long and then came home. Mom called and was feeling faint. She wanted me to drive in and pick her up from her church in Willamina. Just as I got off the phone, Dad was coming in the house. I said, "we gotta go pick mom up." We drove in together. He snoozed in the passenger seat. I transferred cars and he returned home, but stopped off at the neighbor (whose wood splitter he was rebuilding). When he finally got home for lunch, I was snoozing. At five, I woke to a state patrol officer at the front door. And then he broke the news. Lester, was killed this afternoon.

His last words to me were on Saturday evening, before I left to see a Johnny Cash tribute band play at the Wildwood Hotel, "Bill, I want you to install a whorehouse light on the pump house. I'll lay out the fixtures and the wire. All you need is a ladder and a drill."

Last Sunday, I helped him get the pump going. He put in a huge garden this year. I will think of him when I am out hoeing weeds between the squash, beans, potatoes, and other crap.

I know that I have perplexed him. He was never expecting his only son to be a poet. He was always hoping I would get a real job someday. I always told him this was my real job. This morning when I saw him for the last time, he smiled.




Today, dad as you were released into the universe beyond that which could be seen, I released my first literary magazine into the world too. I only wish that I could have shown it to you. I hope dad, that this venture into the realm of e-book publishing will bear fruit and that I too can stand on my own two feet and take care of others as you did. I never said the words, "I Love You," I was always hoping there would be more time.




Friday, June 22, 2012

Friday's Children by Afzal Moolla



The Wind Carries His Name.


They shot him down,
to silence a man of flesh and bone.

Even as the bullets tore through him,
the wind carried his name.

Far across the weary fields,
high above the stubborn peaks,
over the blood soaked streams,
the wind carried his name.

They shot him down,
to silence a man of flesh and bone.

Yet the wind carries his name,
to you and to me,
to them and to us.

They shot him down,
but his name resounds,
as it floats on the breeze.

And,

still they try to shoot him down,
to silence us all,
to stifle an ideal.

But the wind cannot be stilled,
and the wind carries his name.

"Che".
                     For Ernesto Guevara


Copyright © 2012 by Afzal Moolla







Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Purple Words: With Or Without Prompts


With Or Without Prompts


There are times when even with prompts,
no ideas come forth to generate other ideas.

Even my usually dependable Bibliomancy fails
to call forth the Muse and help me with her breath.

I am somewhat bereft of inspiration today,
the poem struggles with its gestation and form.

Much like the books I seek to bring out of me,
it is mostly aggravation, not inspiration which gets

the words out of my head and onto the blank page.
The research I do is both necessary and ultimately

unimportant to the stories since it doesn’t occur
in the everyday world at all: what need for veracity?

Yet, I feel there should be enough reality to anchor
things to some sort of consensual objectivity.

Often I’d glance at the time and make feeble
resolutions about when I would stop reading this

and start in on the research, which, of course
was vaguely elsewhere and else-when.

---Purple Mark 070912




Purple Prompts:                                                                         

  1. Often I’d glance at my watch and make feeble resolutions about when I’d stop reading this filth and start in on the research; which, of course, was vaguely elsewhere.” Robert Twigger. The Extinction Club. (William Morrow, 2001) Page 139.




Friday, June 15, 2012

Friday's Children by Afzal Moolla



---For Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.


You had a dream
of pastures of peace
where children of all hues mingled like rainbows

they silenced you, but your voice
resounds now in those pastures
not yet of peace

and your dream is still a dream
the dream you dreamt while others slept

you said that you’d been to the mountain-top
and they silenced your voice just then
before your eyes saw that promised land
of pastures of peace where children of all hues mingle like rainbows

now your vision is glimpsed in some pastures
not yet of peace
and yes, they silenced your voice
but your spirit their bullets could never tear apart
your spirit, like your dream
is mingled with the wind in all those pastures
not yet of peace
and until we give life to your dream
those pasture of peace
where children of all hues mingle like rainbows
shall remain simply your dream
so as we remember you today
and pledge that those pastures of peace
are nourished first in each of us
for only then will your dream will take root
and blossom into our shared dream
and the view from the mountain-top,
radiant and bright and full of hope shall seem

where children of all hues mingle like rainbows


Copyright © 2012 by Afzal Moolla







Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Purple Words: Like Straight-Armed Zombies

 

Like Straight-Armed Zombies


Regardless of how smart we are,
we are still encased in physical bodies
like straight-armed Zombies wandering
the streets with their marching orders:
Masticate, Defecate and Replicate.

Within the wayward streets of Paris,
at La Slaverie only the Machine is your Slave
just like the Constructivists expected
before History Stalinized their Dreams.

On the other hand, a Chinese friend
writes: Do not worry the War of the Worlds
because your Poem already stopped it.
Each Poem gives the world one year happy.
Please make more and stop the War
forever if you make thousands.

If Honor and Power were by nature Good
in themselves, they would never be found
by Wicked men. For Opposites are rarely
found together, and Nature abhors
the Union of Contraries.

---Purple Mark 060312




Purple Prompts:                                                                         

  1. Moreover, if honor and power were by nature good in themselves, they would never be found in wicked men. For opposites are rarely found together, and nature abhors the union of contraries.” Boethius. Translated by Richard Green. Consolation Of Philosophy (Bobbs -Merril / Library of Liberal Arts 1962) Page35.
  2. Regardless of how smart we are, we are still encased in physical bodies, and those bodies, like straight-armed zombies wandering the streets have certain unconscious marching orders: masticate, defecate, replicate.” Raymond Obstfeld. Kinky Cats, Immortal Amoebas and Nine-Armed Octopuses. (Harper Perennial, 1997) Page ix.
  3. “A Chinese friend writes: don’t worry the war of the worlds because your poem already stopped it. Each poem gives the world one year happy. Please make more poems and stop the war forever if you make thousands.” Paul Reps. Square Sun Square Moon: A Collection of Sweet Sour Essays. (Charles E. Tuttle Co., 1967) Page 49.
  4. At la Slaverie, by the way, only the machine is your slave, just like the Constructivists expected before history Stalinized their dreams.” Karen Elizabeth Gordon. Paris Out of Hand {A Wayward Guide}. (Chronicle Books, 1996) Page 94.






Sunday, June 10, 2012

[A] Phantom [Disaster] of the Pantoum


BRUCE: Living on the edge it's almost real
BRUCE: you can depend on me
BRUCE: In impossible situations
BRUCE: I'm lying with my head on the phone

TOGETHER: You can depend on me
BILL: to replenish the blood supply.
TOGETHER: I'm lying with my head on the phone
BILL: talking to the suppliers in Russian.

TOGETHER: To replenish the blood supply,
BRUCE: you must open the carotid, while
TOGETHER: talking to the suppliers in Russian.
BRUCE: This is how we save the workers!

TOGETHER: You must open the carotid, while
BILL: you hold the victim firmly in your arms
TOGETHER: this is how we save the workers!
BILL: I dropped my dictionary in the drink.

TOGETHER: You hold the victim firmly in your arms
BRUCE: As you breathe for them
TOGETHER: I dropped my dictionary in the drink
BRUCE: As I Fumbled for keys on a bitter Moscow night

TOGETHER: As you breathe for them
BILL: Pay yourself with money from their wallet
TOGETHER: As I Fumbled for keys on a bitter Moscow night
BILL: A black market agent gave my cigarette a light

TOGETHER: Pay yourself with money from their wallet,
BRUCE: I remembered too late the caviar.
TOGETHER: A black market agent gave my cigarette a light.
BRUCE: We talked about the merits of Swedish vodka.

TOGETHER: I remembered too late the caviar.
BILL: I cut my thumb on the jagged edge of the can
TOGETHER: We talked about the merits of Swedish vodka
BILL: Smoking a fat Cuban into the Russian night

TOGETHER: I cut my thumb on the jagged edge of the can
BRUCE: A pickled lutefisk swam into the warm Gulf
TOGETHER: Smoking a fat Cuban into the Russian night
BRUCE: The sun rose red on the horizon.

TOGETHER: A pickled lutefisk swam into the warm Gulf
BILL: At home in the briny sea.
TOGETHER: The sun rose red on the horizon,
BILL: Eclipsing an empire of night.


---Composed duet style by Bruce V. Bracken & William James early in 2011 for a duet slam.

    And that's right we used song lyrics as prompt lines. And I believe this was my very first
    pantoum. If it wasn't for Bruce, I would never have gotten involved with form poetry.





Saturday, June 9, 2012

I've probably posted this one before, but...


The villanelle form is similar to the pantoum in that it employs repeating lines and it is also similar to the triolet, because it has parent and children rhyming lines. The easiest part is that all you need do is compose 13 original lines with, more or less, ten equal syllabic counts.


  1. Workers are slaves to the tocking clock — (A1) refrain
  2. They moil without rest for a single bill — (a) line rhyme
  3. ‘cause businessmen rules the weight of your sock — (A2) refrain

  4. A penny for the broke, down at the dock — (a) line rhyme
  5. one forward, ten back is a chocking pill — (b) line rhyme
  6. Workers are slaves to the tocking clock — (A1) refrain line

  7. Merchants hoard your wealth under a lock— (a) line rhyme
  8. and key; this secret hides under the sill— (b) line rhyme
  9. ‘cause businessmen rules the weight of your sock — (A2) refrain line

  10. A man broken by years of laboring a block— (a) line rhyme
  11. is crushed with no reward, makes him ill— (b) line rhyme
  12. Workers are slaves to the tocking clock — (A1) refrain line

  13. Shivering alone, the rich fear to talk— (a) line rhyme
  14. Afraid the poor will pull the trigger to kill— (b) line rhyme
  15. ‘cause businessmen rules the weight of your sock — (A2) refrain line

  16. A worker puts a father’s watch up for hock— (a) line rhyme
  17. toiling past dusk, their labor is worth nil— (b) line rhyme
  18. ‘cause businessmen rules the weight of your sock — (A2) refrain line
  19. Workers are slaves to the tocking clock — (A1) refrain line


The villanelle is my favorite repeat line rhyming poem form. More people should write them. I should write more of them. And I will. Soon.


Friday, June 8, 2012

Friday's Children by Afzal Moolla


A child of war.


As she lies bleeding
the girl who skipped and hopped to school
all of nine and a half years old
with ribbons in her hair and a laugh that was
her father’s pride

As she lies bleeding
the warm bullet lodged in her torn stomach
she stares at her skipping rope
as her blood soaks it the colour of the cherries her mummy buys

As she lies bleeding
she sees the people through the thick black smoke
blurred visions of scattering feet and shoes left behind
hearing nothing but the pinging in her blown-out eardrums

As she lies bleeding
she slips away quickly and then she is dead
a mangled heap of a nine and a half year old girl
whose laugh was her father’s pride

As she lies bleeding
for even in death she bleeds some more
the warm bullet wedged in her torn stomach
steals the light from her bright little eyes
as she lies bleeding

in Jallianwala Bagh in ‘19

Leningrad in ‘42

Freetown in ‘98

Soweto in ‘76

Jenin in ‘02

Hanoi in ‘68

Beirut in ‘85

Kabul now

Basra still

Gaza too

As she lies bleeding
this little nine and a half year old girl
whose laugh was her father’s pride
we know she’ll bleed and bleed some more
tomorrow and in many tomorrows yet unborn
with that warm bullet in her stomach
ripped open and torn

As she lies bleeding.


Copyright © 2012 by Afzal Moolla






Monday, June 4, 2012

Guest Writer: – Brian S. Hart shares "The Mural”

Chapter 5 The Mural by Brian S Hart

 

 

[Excerpt (“Chapter 5 The Mural”) from The Diamond Kings of Clarence Checkeredfish.

 

Note: at this point in the story, Shays’ Rebellion, the great agrarian uprising of 1787, is

 

underway, taking place in one of the largest snowstorms in Western Massachusetts

 

history. The images are modern or post-rebellion because the rebellion is only a back-

 

drop to a second event that takes place in 1986 along the same city streets.

 

One of the phrases is a clue to a word puzzle that resolves later in the novel.]

 

 

 

 

Chapter 5 The Mural

 

|snow * WHAT IS BORN HERE * anonymous! * on the * library * wall! * (sh)ade * o’

 

gray * sleepy * fi(sh) * community! * artwork * on * star! * board * side * bandage *

 

goes ’round * wound! * is * fix! * care! * to! * for! * build pride! * Mexican, Caribbean,

 

Ecuadorian etc. * express * (sh)ip! * sail away! * child land! * of night time *

 

opportunity! * to go * straight * up! * in * dream * smoke! * van…i…* (sh)! * pull * out

 

* from harbor-garden! * weed! * no! * better! * idea! * tr…. * …ans… * …re… * …e…

 

* …f… * …e… * …w… * …er! * cal… * ..l… * o! * us! * t… * …h… * …er… *

 

…r… * …ing * …if… * …ic… * …y * skates * (Sh)orty Gates * practice * hours, more

 

responsibility! * suspicious! * growth! * (who did it?) * young * Sugar Mountain * pro *

 

bono * gang! * say * Copenhagen * come to * U.S. * undeniable! * femme de la mur! *

 

mur… * mur! * …der… * …anger… * sym… * …boli… * C…om… * …ptom… *

 

effect * precedes * cause * o… * …f… * …r … * …a… * …s… * …cism * no! *

 

denying! * either is or isn’t! * can’t! * use wave relation(sh)ips to demonstrate particle

 

substance! * no! * way out! * study, hard work, learn * that! * quantum mechanics * (be

 

* as it may * will * J-LO HONEY date Unc’ MOrK * at NOON? * O! * The * N * Times

 

* N * poet-prince?) * val… * …g… * …iant * ….Ben… * edictorian * Einstein * reports

 

* graffiti * suspect * otherwise * appears to be * male! * brillo! * trad. * clothes * line *

 

purple! * beautiful! * street! * art thou! * a little * like! * Clarence Checkeredfi(sh), Jr. *

 

r… * …e… * …a… * …d… * …uc * …n… * …e… * …a… * …r… * …di… * …tion

 

* sudden! * romance! * major * cru(sh)! * on! * next * languages * C- * op * ed * o’

 

Clarence “Chuck” Checkeredfi(sh) XVI * present * flower child * daisies! * of green! *

 

thorn * grass * ivy * paint * fair! * heroine! * patch over * witch! * story! * about * to

 

climax * light at! * end of! * ha(sh) * out * complicated * “…home” * work * details *

 

((23) “Drug sold with nothing gone crazy!” (3 1 wd. 144 8 82))! * (who did it?) * oral

 

* history! * “That’s not what I saw!” * could it be * A Pirate * B+! * lived back! * in

 

days of! * King Philip! * “That’s what I heard!” * royal * magic * lieu of * diamond! *

 

give * semen * jacket! * country * farma’ Charlie Plume * get th’ thought t’ *

 

b…lend…in’i…n…b…lu…e…whaleo’Planet…X…fert’…’i…liz…E…S…P…a…i…n

 

…t…i…ng! * Miss Philippines * take * 2 * great * Egyptian Queens * her’, then ther’ *

 

Balaenoptera musculus * out-of-breath * Man * sounds * l’il bell * note * f’r * another *

 

Earth! * wait a * second! * no, there isn’t! * where then? * HAHA! * “Guess What!” * “I

 

Don’t Care!” * A & C * for * (sh)ort! * for * prince at * royal * tower * above * at *

 

…l… * a… * …sss… * …t… * …ooo… * …w… * …e… * …d * lay * away * seeds o’

 

* Williams * (sh)ake * spor… * …e… * …ad… * …d… * …ic… * …t * col…leg…e! *

 

all * hands * t’ battle * station * SYY! * 2 * M.P.H. * winds * flu(sh) * against face *

 

speedin’ * ON * towards! * free * way * No. 6 * la! * …v… * …end… * …w… *

 

….h… * is * …p… * …er * …i… * wild! * edible! * (sh)…! * dinosaur * minmi * in *

 

darin’ * bride! * dress! * in… * …g… * …rooom! * tender! * knows! * to! * refill! *

 

repleni(sh) * lost * wonder! * Deuce of Hearts * full! * of joy-liberty * ringing! * joke *

 

case! * joint * …o’ the jitters * in and out! * tell the preacher! * Martin –––––– ––––,

 

Martin –––––– ––––, Martin –––––– ––––! * “Baptize the faithful!” * <“Every teacher

 

has a teacher,” Shorty Gates had said to the young girl. Shorty then opened up a book

 

from the library about The Local Group. She began thumbing through the pages and

 

showing the young girl beautiful photographs of galaxies all around the Milky Way.> are

 

we absolutely sure * that * new * Constitution’s * all * it’s cracked up to be! * Coltrane,

 

Davis…! * save * best for last! * play * “…if I were a bell…” * summa cum laude! *

 

yes! * tout de suite! * oui! * salut! * …at… * …or… * …i… * …g… * …e… * …a… *

 

…n * bow! * incredible! * in! * F * hunt for * cart * x, y * founder * in! * new! *

 

…L.I…. * tho! * …graph… * Y * Orleans * sound * Yorktown! * Phil * Quaker *

 

meeting * eighty-seven * requirements for * bet a * K, Q, J! * Sandip Burman, Joy Harjo,

 

Robert Mirabal * ON THE CARD * Wall St. * house o’ Don Jose Leandro Perea! * wa

 

* …s… * …te… * …r * away * is our neighbor… * hood * coming * down * by *

 

canteen * mind * Ghana drums * of dream-river * beautiful paint mixtures * dissolve *

 

heavy * forgiveness * when * and how! * railroad * built! * cycle * of * please, no more

 

* violence * does one * 68 * soldier * honor * gift! * Cesar Chavez * come forth! * from

 

* pirate * …o’-pearl * ’oyster up! * stern! * cool! * green! * luck o’ the * Iri(sh) * sea! *

 

dreams! * to * be… * …hold * the eye-cloud! * Squirrel Hill * engrave * sign * encircle

 

* sample * AND * Paul Enciso chooses Sunrise Eagle! * what a pick! * pupil! * free! *

 

angel… * …a… * …b… * …solve… * …be… * …y… * …on… * …d * river * dust *

 

April 14 * newspaper art * well-versed * in * Psyche knot! * Is-Only-Tears-Falling! *

 

like Hay-ron’-ee-mo! * spinosaur * rains * down * …truth, justice, etc…. * was it *

 

same! * snaky * (who did it?) * Asia * risk-taker * formula * like * Zen * a bit o’ *

 

beyond * James’ * belief! * bond! * work within * system * style * bit * transparent *

 

inside! * ace of clubs and ace of hearts * story line * headline news! * past * time! *

 

bridge * game * on board * (sh)! * “It Happens!” * declare:

 

 

     dent L                                                      United States

 

   shot by an                                                       exc

 

     Assassin                                                       reason

 

Deed done                                                       alike

 

 Theatre                                                   ironically credits

 

Act of                                                       peculiar wisdom

 

  Pres                                                  inauguration

 

     Last                                                    gazette

 

       Entertain                                               Navy

 

     recovery.                                               must be confessed

 

      Attempted                                                  Queenstown

 

no news of importance                                         Secretary Seward

 

     sorrow                                               if Richmond

 

[Official]                                                   falls and Lee

 

War Department                                      occupied scarcely a minute

 

  1:30 A.M.                                           strongest of the act

 

Maj. Gen.                                           wholly unprepared

 

  about 9:30 P.M                                        cried “sic sempre      

 

Seward appears while sitting                             immense crowd    

 

same hour – 10 o’clock  made                            Mrs. Harris 

 

           deeply anxious preconcerted plan     moment as

 

               assas-                             wound is not dangerous

 

            entered the box               but may prove so

 

                     in a state plan to recent injuries. The two

 

            leaped upon the stage totally insensible, evidence of the guilt of

 

                 wound is mortal too sad for description

 

 

read-stream * tiny * boat! * left! * Euphrates * barbs * wire * ’round * Jack of Hearts *

 

lovers * year * obviously * one * who * knows! * technique! * to stamp! * can’t! * fig

 

* …ure! * o! * on * out * why * debate! * war… * …den * might! * but pen! * mightier!

 

* than * sore! * local * steel * Union * news * North & South * 2 * America’s * loose *

 

canon * (who did it) * ends * Lincoln’s * life! * inta’ * national * tragedy! * say *

 

“Lord…” * please, bless the * children * of the world * we now live * in * computer *

 

age * quickly! * things more complicated now * maybe * future really is * Vulcan IDIC

 

* medallion * even that! * can’t * rescue * Sargon * seek out! * galaxy * o’ * sort o’ *

 

pinwheel * species * between stars * great! * spy! * name Milk! * caught! * victory! *

 

lap… * …s…. * …p… * … * …ac… * …e! * 10 of Spades * drawn * by Newton * in

 

the picture! * apple! * smack! * Ace of Spades * falls on! * Ludwig! * fortunate injury

 

not grave! * HAHA! * jittery * hand * ends! * where! * begins * in * garden of * web! *

 

…er, gravity of situation! * Whatever it is, it * waves * with a * force to reckon with! *

 

Universe expands * despite being * TOTALLY AGAINST IT! * Now * they tell us *

 

we’re moving even speedier than before! * Big Bang * “…I’m…” * talkin’ * Sirius *

 

about the “Egg” Star! * rum/or/coke * begets rum/or/coke! * and by the way, did anyone

 

* say! * Beethoven! * HAHAHAHA! * Brahms mighta’ or Bartok * Richard Feynman *

 

in the game, too * “…didn’t think it was possible to beat the…!” * did ya’! * HA! *

 

…but with deuces ’n’ one-eyed jacks * wild * the Captain spreads his hand * WOW, 5

 

Aces! * wins the pot! * HOHOHOHOHO! * even Mrs. Winchester, astounded, counts,

 

“Ace/Ace/Ace/Ace/Ace!” * test * get a hundred * particle neutrinos * “…miles away

 

from…” * ROMERO LOPEZ CRAIG GRIEGO KNIFEWING  * wata’ way! * to

 

celebrate diversity! * of * what’s to come * AN EVENING OF BEAUTIFUL

 

MULTICULTURAL MUSIC AND POETRY * (who did it?) * AND STARRING *

 

drum roll! * nothing! * like! * it! * tell us * Mr. Checkeredfi(sh) * who will it be *

 

tonight * playing armonica! * could it be * Rigel of Sagittarius! * HAHA * ask

 

BINIBINING MAYUMI * wit…h… * …ch… * …arms * race * on top! * of * wom… *

 

…b… * …an * real * world * mural * get * ready * war will someday be over * snow|

 

 

 

Excerpt, “Chapter 5 The Mural”, from The Diamond Kings of Clarence Checkeredfish5 – Brian S. Hart                                                                               

 





Friday, June 1, 2012

Friday's Children by Afzal Moolla


To the Nameless Soldier.


Your orders may come now...

...or at 19h45 this evening.

'Shoot to kill'
'Engage the enemy'
'Hold the line'
'Break up the gathering'

'Ready, aim, fire'

but you have felt too

the stab of hunger
the bite of thirst
the bayonet of loss
the wound of despair

but you have seen too

the pain in a mother's eyes
the grief in a father's face
the incomprehension in a child's down-cast look

'Ready, aim, fire'

but you, the nameless soldier have heard

the cries of the grieving family
the wailing of the widowed wife
the quiet agonizing sound of the child's weeping

'Ready, aim, fire'

your orders may come now

or at 23h30 tonight

or tomorrow
or the day after that
or next week or month or year

but you have seen and felt and heard too

the agony of a peoples' simple desire
the hurt of a nation long bludgeoned
the wounds of your stolen generation

so when that order comes

now

or at 03h30 tomorrow morning

'Ready, aim, fire'

let your humanity muzzle your rifle
let your conscience dismiss the order
let your better side come to the fore

and let your very own people,
your mother and your father,
your sister and your brother,
your son and your daughter,
your friend and your lover
let them live
let them be
let your rifle fall to the soil of your beloved motherland

O' nameless soldier.


Copyright © 2012 by Afzal Moolla