Monthly Archives: April 2012

The Game

We trained and trained, Juggling and dribbling in driving rains. We ran and stopped and ran again— All in preparation for the great game. When our team arrived on the pitch to warm up and train, A hail of boos

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Rosa Lee

The snow falls Kitten feet On my windshield While a cloud Hides the sun Like a shroud Of your life’s passing. Good Friday seems like a long Time ago in this eternal moment. But you are a miracle of our

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Auschwitz

It’s raining death in the night As raindrops spray Machine gun fire on my umbrella While puddles count the zeros Of their bodies, Ever expanding circles, Too numerous to number in a lifetime Like the fallen 6,000,000, An estimate Of

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Dreams

I sip the morning one mouthful at a time. The dawn is sweetest when the house Is still, no kettle shrill And the baby slumbers, breathing in rhyme. I rub the sleep from the day before from my eyes. Yesterday

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