Explorations of Psyche, Self and Soul in poetry, image and story.
Imagine the Angels of Bread By Martin Espada
This is the year that squatters evict landlords, gazing like admirals from the rail of the roofdeck or levitating hands in praise of steam in the shower;
Manila Favelas this is the year that shawled refugees deport judges who stare at the ﬂoor and their swollen feet as ﬁles are stamped with their destination….
The Nakba 1948 "Catastrophe"--Expulsion and Dispossession of Palestinians from their homes This is the year that those who swim the border's undertow and shiver in boxcars are greeted with trumpets and drums at the ﬁrst railroad crossing
Mexican Border Wall Arizona If the abolition of slave-manacles began as a vision of hands without manacles, then this is the year;
if the shutdown of extermination camps began as imagination of a land without barbed wire or the crematorium, then this is the year;
Auschwitz Krema if every rebellion begins with the idea that conquerors on horseback are not many-legged gods, that they too drown if plunged in the river, then this is the year.
Che Guevara So may every humiliated mouth, teeth like desecrated headstones,