Gaza Gaza Politics Dec 302008 Share this:FacebookTwitter 5 Responses to “Gaza” Peter says: December 30, 2008 at 8:55 pm 12/30/08 VALENTINE Yesterday the scheduled murder of the holy innocents of Gaza surely all the children must be taken innocent and holy the way the land was once gold hills who murdered you who took you for granted but for one poor palm tree today after years of listening to frustration and bitterness in cold diplomatic hallways gets to stand in my morning window a sudden flight of blessedness held still. jd says: December 31, 2008 at 10:04 am Hell, Peter, that’s just a great poem. Can I use it in my “political poetry” workshop this summer? Peter says: December 31, 2008 at 1:03 pm Certainly, my friend. Thanks. Happy New Year. edward mycue says: December 31, 2008 at 1:11 pm I CAN SPELL BUBBLES, & STUFF stuff: so what is this stuff diggingup a past ignoring today’s own blood and lymph so is it roots the response prescription of our resident president is to go shopping what kind of shopping w/o coin is this kind of exploration i am doing remember that old song: what kind of fool am i (from the musical in probably early 1960’s or earlier STOP THE WORLD I WANT TO GET OFF) anthony newley wrote and performed so much drifts like the needles from the norfolk pine trees out front here in freedom west. our other trees are mostly olives, black olives. and we have hummingbirds. do you have hummingbirds? happy new year. i’m slothfully hitting the keys as i am off work several days. somebody might ask where is my mind and might answer for me in with the dishes and the washingup water. sometimes i feel all a rhetorical scream encapsulated in nonsequiter bubbles. (i love that i can spell bubbles) Edward Mycue 30 December 2008 (for Naomi Can-do the little engine who puffs “I think I can I think I can”, 58) edward mycue says: January 1, 2009 at 3:20 am BLOOD ENEMY The enemy of my enemy is my friend. The friend of my enemy is my enemy. The friend of my friend is my friend (unless that friend is a friend of the friend of my enemy). The feud of my family is a breach in the friendship of my blood. My blood is my enemy? Is this the edge of my world? How canine is the tooth of my despair? Where is a pulse for peace? Edward Mycue Sorry, the comment form is closed at this time.