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John Hershman

A Strong Male Rain

Menacing dark clouds
Navajo rain fell over red canyons
Lightning to breathe white fear
. . . Thunder followed . . .
and somewhere nearby is a Jewish Kugelblitz.

I knew the rain storm was coming
The air danced with wet sand off golden dunes
The horse began to get excited
from the whispers of rolling thunder in the distance
I had a small phobia of thunderstorms.

Slowly he crawled across the sky, angry
he's large and bumpy with thick strapping gray muscles
This storm cloud was male, that's what Grandma says
"When the clouds gather anger they cry thunder and rain,
this is the male rain."

The sudden winds kicked up sand into my eyes, I blinked
In a drying puddle from yeserday's storm I see Darcy's face
Darcy is a Jewish girl from Phoenix
She's a friend who's also afraid of the male rain
her brother Ean brought on her fears.

Grandma brought on my fear of storms
She told us kids to sit still and don't talk during a storm
or we'd get struck by lightning for disobeying
When Darcy was young, she used to sit at the window
and watch the lightning show during monsoon season.

Ean walked to his sister by the window
He grinned his teen-age teeth and said
"You know if you stand too close to the window,
a Kugelblitz will get you."
"A Kugelblitz?" she asked questioningly.

"Yeah, a ball of lightning to chase you."
She never watched the light show again
Instead during stormy nights, she silently cried in bed
Little Jewish tears added to the monsoon's rain
She told me this story one rainy night when we were alone.

I told her about the male rain and what not to do during a storm
She told me about Ean and his sadistic tale of the Kugelblitz
I guess Jews and Navajos aren't all that different
We were both afraid of thunderstorms
We had other past storms we were afraid of too,
She had the Holocaust
And I had America.

...Lightning flashed...Thunder followed...
I began whipping my horse trying to escape the storms.

Roy A. Chavez

 

Coffee for Two

 

This war isn’t yours or mine

Nor our fathers’

But we are

Pawns on kings’ boards

It hurts to know

We will never meet

Because a bullet has hit

The center of our souls

And the dreams of traveling

Free as birds

Are passing toward

An unknown place in time

It’s sad to know

We never will share the songs

Our parents sang in summertime

That we’ll never gather

On the beaches of friendship

And see the moon with its melancholy

Or dawn’s colors and get drunk

To the sound of our hearts

Coke

Coke
It’s
The
Real
Thing
Always
Coca-cola
Refreshing
Bubbly bubbles
Go up your nose
Making you sneeze
Red Coca-cola logo
COKE
Have coke and smile
Can’t beat the feeling
Hot? Tired? Thirty?
Drink it you’ll enjoy it
Now in new flavours
Cherry, Lime, Lemon
“Refresh Yourself”
Go the new zero
Coca-cola means
To make mouth happy
Translated in Chinese

-The Poetic Angel


Think Like a Tree

Soak up the sun
Affirm life's magic
Be graceful in the wind
Stand tall after a storm
Feel refreshed after it rains
Grow strong without notice
Be prepared for each season
Provide shelter to strangers
Hang tough through a cold spell
Emerge renewed at the first signs of spring
Stay deeply rooted while reaching for the sky
Be still long enough to
hear your own leaves rustling.

Karen I. Spragg


The Rose That Grew From Concrete


Did u hear about the rose 
that grew from a crack
in the concrete
Proving nature's laws wrong  
It learned to walk
Without having feet
It learned 2 breathe fresh air
Long live the rose
That grew from concrete
When no one else even care

-Tupac Shakur





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