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Miscellaneous

Exactly what the concept of miscellaneous is needed for as reflected by the range of subject titles to the right.

Organizational Affiliations

“Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much.” — Helen Keller

Building with Organizational Affiliations

Sports Writing

When the game is afoot, I find the field of sports to be a great source of inspiration and entertainment.

SPORTS WRITING

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    The Chief

    This is where I share stories of a man of magnificence, a person of power, and a character I call The Chief. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vulcan_Society

    Travel

    Many travel books and travel videos are immensely well done, although no amount of reading about or videos of the pyramids at Giza or a village in India can compare to the overwhelmingly physical and sensual experience of being there.

    My travel writings all seek to convey something intimate about the setting I am describing, to capture the “feel” of a unique place on the planet as experienced at a unique point in time by a unique narrator briefly passing through.

    Coyote in the House

    coyote strolls into the house,
    on a balmy night
    after the rains have ended,
    a night remembered for the sound of crickets
    and coyote’s toenails|
    tap tapping on the wooden floor.

    coyote smells everything,

    old newspapers,

    the knitting,

    the bowl of fruit she finds

    with one paw up on the counter,

    when she also notices me –

    having hoped for mice,

    or duck pate –

    and instead gotten human.

    then, so as to detain her briefly,

    i slide the door closed,

    holding in her beauty,

    as moonlight breaks through the cloudy night sky,

    a ban on nuclear weapons is announced,

    health care is guaranteed to everyone as a fundamental right,

    palestinians and israelis form one democratic state,

    music appreciation classes are funded and returned to the curricula of public schools,

    and a symphony orchestra of children under twelve

    serenades our congress

    while coyote walks round my bedroom,

    squatting to pee near the bookcase,

    as i pull the quilt up to my neck

    and fall asleep

    trusting in dreams

    Poetry

    Beach Body by Publius Ovidius Naso

    Mane erat: egreditur tectis ad littus; & illum
    Moesta locum repetit, de quo spectarat euntem,
    Dumque moratus ibi; dumque, Hic retinacula solvit,
    Hoc mihi discedens dedit oscula littore, dicit:
    Dumque notata oculis reminiscitur acta, fretumque
    Prospicit; in liquida spatio distante tuetur
    Nescio quid, quasi corpus, aqua; primoque, quid illud
    Esset, erat dubium. Postquam paulo appulit unda;
    Et quamvis aberat, corpus tamen esse liquebat;
    Qui foret, ignorans, quia naufragus, omine mota est;
    Et, tanquam ignoto lachrymam daret, Heu, miser, inquit,
    Quisquis es, & siqua est conjux tibi! fluctibus actum
    Fit propius corpus. Quod quo magis illa tuetur,
    Hoc minus, & minus est mentis. Iam iamque propinquae
    Admotum terrae, iam quod cognoscere posset,
    Cernit: erat conjux. Ille est, exclamat: & una
    Ora, comas, vestem lacerat: tendensque trementes
    Ad Ceyca manus, Sic, o carissime conjux,
    Sic ad me, miserande, redis? ait. Adjacet undis
    Facta manu moles: quae primas aequoris iras
    Frangit; & incursus quae praedelassat aquarium.
    Insilit huc: mirumque fuit potuisse; volabat:
    Percutiensque levem modo natis aera pennis,
    Stringebat summas ales miserabilis undas.

    A Poem is Born

    A poem is born
    By describing what is sensed or seen
    And never saying the word it
    Without describing what “it” is.
    Admiring yellow squash flowers
    Among the riot of purple morning glories
    In the gardens which greet the day.
    Crows standing pensively
    Rocking back and forth on their toes
    In black wing tipped dress shoes
    Hands intertwined behind their backs
    Engaged in a familiar dialogue
    About roadkill
    The harbor
    And their diving neighbors the cormorants.
    Transplanting small sprouting vegetables
    Who convey their gratitude for soil and love.
    After a demonstration at the bank
    Calling for corrupt lenders
    To hold very long meetings inside federal jail cells.
    After yoga, and music,
    And even an unwelcome creeping sense of paranoia
    That emerges of its own accord
    And leaves the station on its own schedule.
    At the end of a good day,
    A present day,
    Where pain and stiffness are at a minimum,
    The mail is taken to the post office,
    And you approach life and death with hands raised high
    In the universal sign of surrender.
    Welcomed home
    By the lover you’ve awakened
    Eating pumpkin pie made with home grown pumpkins
    Roasted seed, and ginger.
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    A reflection on the absence of agreed upon priorities and leadership on the Left

    My focus is on organizing ourselves … the Rainbow Left … at this writing … specifically in the lands and with the blessings of the Massachusett and Wampanoag and many more Indigenous people who we owe a debt to and who lead us still.

    Who speaks for and to the Rainbow Left nationally? Brother West? Rev Barber? The Abolish Prison and Prison Slavery movement? Bernie? Rise Up? The Squad? Bill Fletcher?

    Who speaks to or for the Rainbow Left in MA? Jamie? Jo? Nika, Ayanna? Mahtowin Monroe? Big Mike, Jim McGovern?

    We MUST be able to decide on our priorities, on where we can best direct our forces/resources at this critical moment.

    There is no single organization on the left that doesn’t want more active volunteers. We all think about recruitment.

    My focus is on organizing ourselves. Land back!