As the
incoming administration builds its agenda of attack on marginalized people, on
freedom of speech, on the earth itself, poetry will continue to be an essential
voice of resistance. Poets will speak out in solidarity, united
against hatred, systemic oppression, and violence and for justice, beauty,
and community.
In this
spirit, Split This Rock is offering its blog as a Virtual Open Mic. For the
rest of this frightening month, January of 2017, we invite you to send us poems
of resistance, power, and resilience.
We will post every poem we receive unless it is offensive (containing language that is derogatory toward marginalized groups, that belittles, uses hurtful stereotypes, explicitly condones or implies a call for violence, etc.). After the Virtual Open Mic closes, we hope to print out and mail all of the poems to the White House.
We will post every poem we receive unless it is offensive (containing language that is derogatory toward marginalized groups, that belittles, uses hurtful stereotypes, explicitly condones or implies a call for violence, etc.). After the Virtual Open Mic closes, we hope to print out and mail all of the poems to the White House.
For
guidelines on how to submit poems for this call, visit the Call for Poems of
Resistance, Power & Resilience blog post.
***
my scorpio broke
By Liz Minette
keychain, with its
faded little homily
on back noting
lucky day and
numbers
-
it rattles around in the car
coffee cup holder
radio reports
the people are
standing strong,
sacred stone
camp, to keep
pipeline, big oil
& security w/ dogs
too beautiful to
be attack animals
from hurting
our mother
at the same time
north dakota
unleashes its
nat'l guard
-
i glide to
intersection,
birch and thomsen,
soft tap break -
that's when i see
the cat, her long tail,
deflated, slender body,
her goddess face,
smashed -
too wrong
for morning, or
anytime
-
a night hit -
or maybe,
on purpose
-
she was sleek,
the coloring of
louise, the cat
i couldn't keep
so many years
ago
-
i'm on the freeway,
still thinking
about the cat
when i see a
state trooper,
car hiding
below the
40th ave w
viaduct
it slinks out
behind me,
passes and
whips lights,
pulls over
a car with
rez plates
as i pass
the pulled over
driver, a woman,
w/long, black hair
& voluptuous face,
she puffs her cheeks,
and sighs
-
more news:
the local police
are still looking
for natalie m.,
a native woman
who disappeared
a year ago,
journeying north
to see family
marches & rallies
in her honor, in
hopes of finding
her and all the
disappeared
native women
& girls
who are
possibly
probably
trafficked
to the
bakken
oil
fields
that same
broken
earth
shale take
that would feed
the pipeline
the people
are protesting
-
when i get to work,
i do the one thing
i can at this moment
call the county
about the cat
the office worker
i talk to says
road crews
just came off
4 10's but
says she'll
do her best
-
today is
monday
sept 12th
2016
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