HRABAL*
It’s so cold that breaths are freezing up,
pigeons are numb under roofs, the mist o’er the snow mums in unbroken silence…
One bygone February, in Prague,
Hrabal had a vision of the most peaceful season,
while trying to feed the poor pigeons…
Then…cherubim simphonies blasted from heavens!
Hrabal Hrabal Hrabal …
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Wen da hurricane come
you going look at yourself differently
and da image of wun ant
going be impressed in your head.
All da trees going be bald
along wit da shrubs
and da fruit trees too
so if you nevah share
wit neighbors or friends
da big wind going even tings out.
Wen da hurricane come
you going hope dat you no get hurt
cause all da stuff dat going be flying around
not going care if you live in wun nice house
or wun moa smaller one.
Da telephone poles and wires
going be wun tangled mess
and broken glass going be everywheah
as rooftops across da land
get peeled away in da stormy frenzy.
Wen da hurricane come
you going realize how fortunate you wuz
in da previous years of near misses
wen nutting wen hit.
Foa sure in da day aftah da disastah
you going be…
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I listened to Halsey
I listened to Halsey’s speech at the women’s march.
I’ve played it at least a dozen times.
Thinking how every woman has a story just like hers, just like mine.
How I cannot think of a single woman who has; never been catcalled, never been touched by grubby hands.
I’m the biggest believer in equality, a daily advocate for all rights not just women’s rights.
Yet when I wake up after my drink was spiked, when I hold my best friend after she was raped walking home, when I read yet another story about a woman being assaulted, if feels like women have no value and no voice.
Like it really is a man’s world.
Every night I walk home with my keys in my hand.
My mum gave me my first rape alarm when I was twelve.
When the #metoo campaign began, so many women…
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