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For Chad
i am not dead to you
and your highlighter yellow feet
follow the paths i cut
into theoretical forests of sound
as your ukulele strums
tumble from tilted desks
and make contact with the ground
ready to dash into the future
as a soldier for truth and joy
Like this:
For Katie
you are not built like a barbie doll
thin-legged, glassy stare, perfectly pink lips
real women are fluid, not stiff mis-creations
we are soft, pliable, motherly, strong
embrace the form you were given
and accept nothing less
when the howling he-wolves turn to you
hungry
you deserve better
you deserve better than this
embrace the form you were given
and as your mind grows, blossoms
challenged by the words, shapes, numbers
we shove into your eyes
remember, to fight is wisdom
to rise above the glassy stare, anorexic hips
is the glorious form you were given
so accept nothing less
Like this:
Heed the Call
Like this:
daytime, nighttime. visions.
perhaps there were
connections
as it were. the doctors
called them links or
lapses in the structure of
my. reality-
but i’d like to think that
these hallucinogenic ghosts
of my own private wonderland
were a step below imagination
and a notch above serene
Like this:
A Sonar Meditation
into the woods
the silence pressed
close to my chest
like a monogrammed heart
cropped, lens flared
edited into submission
stains of blood
like tiny flowerlets
inscribed around it-
ancient prose
for a poetic end
Like this:
Pishaw
one more
vagrant emotion
lost on your world, ditch
the pearl, stitch
the devotion
gotta scratch that one itch
take it to your only bit
by bit,
the bettin’ gets better
when you live a dime a dozen
to the heat of the letter
when the fire’s lit
burn, baby, bit
by bit
dirt poor
sweating out bullets
and catching the nooses
on blood slick cameos
[with leather] contusions
tied to fit
mouth on the bit
by bit
dirt poor
one more
vagrant emotion
Like this:
When Life is a True Adventure
Like this:
Skyline
And in the sky,
the rustling of hundreds of thousands of wings
each black as char
signaling the end of an age.
With each flutter,
the world grows more black,
more imprisoned by the ones with the freedom to fly.
They clog our air,
they swallow the sun,
they eat our minds.
Like this:
Racism in a Bottle
For the record, I’m 100% Puerto Rican but am often mistaken for a “white” person. This aggravates me to no end, but at least I didn’t get stopped at the airport for looking “Arabic” like my uncle did. Right?
Wrong.
Remember your culture but erase the race. Everyone in my family is a completely different skin tone. Diversity is normal. The sooner we embrace that, the sooner we’ll be rid of the tragedies like the one that befell Trayvon Martin.
Like this:
Don’t Be an April Fool. Follow the Heron’s Path!
more than a writer
but a true friend
a warrior in working clothes
weaves tales of love
of discovery of truth
for the legends we once lost
are now uncovered
I’ve known Alethea Eason for a few months now, and she is by far one of the warmest, nicest, hardest working people I know. This warmth and friendship radiates through her work and will touch your spirit. If you are a friend of fiction or blogging at all, please do yourself a favor and drop by her site to say hello. Spread the word about her great new novel, and save your friends from becoming April fools. Get them to follow “The Heron’s Path.”
Like this:
Portrait of the Author as a Social Networker
