Sunday, January 30, 2011

Install Instructions Ranch Hand

Poem to Beatriz Iriart by Theodore Daniel Richards




Beatriz
my poems are folly
compared to yours.
My poems are leftovers;
meanderings of green peas
that my fork
found to difficult to take.
But your poems
always clean my plate
and ask me for more.


©Theodore Daniel Richards
Coatesville , PA, United States
Sunday, January 30, 2011


How To Wear Jason Voorhees

I was ... INSOMNIA



To the memory of Primo Levi
January 27, 2006.


I was at Auschwitz.

children I gave birth to bitterness, pain and fear.

I walked barefoot in the mud of a field of flowers mowed
like
fresh seeds of our flocks.
And today at 61
of the liberation of the camp:
I am a shadow, a faceless woman
.
The desolation and hunger.
I ...
I was in Auschwitz.
Work Vino Morais
              http://vinoartes.blogspot.com/


© Beatriz Iriart




                                                                                                                                                            

Who Builds The Best Stereo Receivers

NUMBERS

A memory Katzenelson Itsjok
not ask, do not expect
response to the "beasts" are one load

who hate and justify. The cabin is

as the winter chill out there. Only

memories of home is warm and good for slumber
with that old flavor. No output

in these fields.

But you can expect a "selection" a bird metamorfosearte

or simply wait ; ;
Itsjok Katzenelson.
shot
of "occasion."
; ; ;

  © Beatriz Iriart     



                                                                                         
                                                                                                             
              

Monday, January 24, 2011

How Long Can Gingerbread








wandering I'm a nightmare

a bad dream birthed

blues at dawn

a lost illusion

a grieving beforehand

in the freezing nights
an autumn announced.



© Beatriz Iriart
Photo: Giovanni Gilli. Italy 2011