Years Later


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My fingers reach deep,

deep into earth’s womb,

curling round hot soil

where her pungent roots seek ground

and shelter for her rich bones

asking to be buried

In latent memories,

and warm tears,

like soft rain

to carry her home.

 

Karen K L Espaniola         July 13, 2014

 

 

Fracking: The Raping of Earth


Cape Fear River, North Carolina

Cape Fear River, North Carolina

Our National Forests,

Earth’s forests,

Are just outside our cities,

Rivers and hills

And mountains rising up

Like they have forever,

Despite tunnels,

And traffic,

And high wires,

And cellphone towers

Running through them.

 

Earth still gives

As she always has,

Her dark patches of trees

Calling us into her arms

To soak in her languid waters

And breathe deep,

Her still airs quieting our souls

In a way that ringing colonial axes

For cabins and axels and population growth

Could not defeat.

 

But Drilling,

But Frackers Fracking.

You would mow her down

With ear splitting sounds,

And rape her

Over and over and over again

Until the puncture wounds are too great to bear,

You would force her,

Inject her,

Oozing with your toxic poisons

That can’t be washed away

Until she is broken,

But still giving,

You would take her beauty

To fuel your manhood

Until she has given it all away.

And the sun and wind,

The sun and the wind would still be free.

 

 

In response to Senator Ted Cruz–National Forests are not for sale

Karen K. L. Espaniola                                    July 11, 2014

American Relics


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Greyhound Bus Route to West Virginia

Old windows in a setting sun,

The cobwebs of America

In town after town,

Emptying, buildings and homes

Crumbling, dust colored

Communities disappearing

In a brain drain of place,

An American country culture replaced

With a fast track to the modern world,

Main veins streaking north, or east, or west,

Money heading south to invest

In shinier buildings made of glass,

Bigger malls and beach house class,

American relics

Falling to the ground,

In place to place,

And dust to dust.

 

 

Karen K L Espaniola          July 10, 2014

 

 

 

 

Winston-Salem Transit


Pepper Building in Winston-Salem, North Carolina

Pepper Building in Winston-Salem, North Carolina

I searched those streets where you lived

Looking for kernels of inspiration

For elements of human transformation

And found towering remnants

Caught in the web of time

Some broken, twisted, stacked

And restacked like bricks

Still unwavering

Stars and Stripes and Southern Pride

Sweltering in the heat

Of well-kept summer side-walks

Where once powerful men and women

Soft with the lull of southern speech

And hardened by songs sung

In fields of the Tobacco King

Stood strong, Arms linked

In the carving of American history

Now lie silent in the decay of buildings,

in stone sculptures

in designated placards

Of Sit-In Victories

 

I searched to find your voice

Imprinting the human struggle

In shuffling spaces Shifting spaces

In the Winston-Salem bus terminal

Under the shadow of history

Sketched in the plate-glass window

And found lilting voices and flashing smiles

Of grandmothers squeezing together

Laughing about blueberries and store sales

And a new born grandchild

Dark like the daddy

And pretty like the momma

Was gonna be a big girl

In a shifting world,

And don’t you wanna see her picture though?

 

Brick by brick.

 

July 9, 2014

 

Wildflowers


 

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She leads me through milkweeds and wildflowers

Into the curvature of distant stars,

Where fireflies dance

Like fires in my heart,

Pulsating, alive

With thunder

And lightening

And where the scent of tall grasses

Still warm from sunlight,

And damp from rain,

Catches between my toes.

Poetry

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