This is a rerun, first posted in 2019. The pandemic is a killer, and has been so exhausting, but we might need a reminder that the damage we inflict on each other may be the more insoluble problem. . Image is from poster of the 2015 Movie directed by Jason Kurzel, with Marion Cotillard and …
Continue reading BTT #59.2: So you think you are better than Lady Macbeth?
For dVerse Open Link Night, I am going to post two poems that have been inspired and arisen out of another poem or comment that occurred in a prior dVerse post. The first came out of a comment by Jane Dougherty where she wrote in response to a poem of mine about racial violence that …
Continue reading BTT #59: So you think you are better than Lady Macbeth
Dresden and the Furies· We seek the dead Within our dreams And pinching writhe our Memory with a blade. That night Three women Gathered children Dancing in your winds, Stained red Above the screams. · - Lona Gynt, January 1990. All rights reserved for text
Have you ever met a monster? Have you ever been a monster, and if so how did you know? Have you ever thought about what it takes to find out? The following is an excerpt from an interview by David Greene with Christian Picciolini on National Public Radio. Mr. Picciolini is a former white supremacist skinhead. He has undergone …
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