Memory, Surreal

A Poem by April Salzano

Sometime in the middle of 2012
I go back to 1996 for a full 10
seconds. Standing in front
of the station—Kings Cross or Holborn?
we are saying something
about Fugue Syndrome. We do not
yet have 2 sons, we have not been
claimed by heartbreak and divorce
and therapeutic supports. We haven’t
even been to Paris or Edinburgh,
ridden English on Icelandic mares.
You haven’t dropped the atomic bomb
of your affair. You did not yet
rip me to shreds or suck me into
your bipolar vortex. We are just walking
and talking, and still so in love
with each other it hurts.

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The Twelve Days of Christmas Brought to You By Monsanto

From the Project Agent Orange Creative Site (http://projectagentorange.com)–

http://projectagentorange.com/wordpress/?p=1697
http://projectagentorange.wordpress.com/2013/12/22/the-twelve-days-of-christmas-brought-to-you-by-monsanto/

A Modified Poem by GloriaS

On the first day of Christmas Monsanto brought to us one scoop of Saccharin.

On the second day of Christmas Monsanto brought to us a trillion trillion tons of PCBs and one scoop of Saccharin.

On the third day of Christmas Monsanto brought to us too much Polystyrene, a trillion trillion tons of PCBs, and one scoop of Saccharin.

On the fourth day of Christmas Monsanto brought to us Atom bomb and nuclear weapons, a trillion trillion tons of PCBs, and one scoop of Saccharin.

On the fifth day of Christmas Monsanto brought to us DDT, Atom bomb and nuclear weapons, a trillion trillion tons of PCBs, and one scoop of Saccharin.

On the sixth day of Christmas Monsanto brought to us too much Dioxin, DDT, Atom bomb and nuclear weapons, a trillion trillion tons of PCBs, and one scoop of Saccharin.

On the seventh day of Christmas Monsanto brought to us Agent Orange, too much Dioxin, DDT, Atom bomb and nuclear weapons, a trillion trillion tons of PCBs, and one scoop of Saccharin.

On the eighth day of Christmas Monsanto brought to us Petroleum-Based Fertilizer, Agent Orange, too much Dioxin, DDT, Atom bomb and nuclear weapons, a trillion trillion tons of PCBs, and one scoop of Saccharin.

On the ninth day of Christmas Monsanto brought to us RoundUp, Petroleum-Based Fertilizer, Agent Orange, too much Dioxin, DDT, Atom bomb and nuclear weapons, a trillion trillion tons of PCBs, and one scoop of Saccharin.

On the tenth day of Christmas Monsanto brought to us Aspartame (NutraSweet / Equal), RoundUp, Petroleum-Based Fertilizer, Agent Orange, too much Dioxin, DDT, Atom bomb and nuclear weapons, a trillion trillion tons of PCBs, and one scoop of Saccharin.

On the eleventh day of Christmas Monsanto brought to us Bovine Growth Hormone (rBGH), Aspartame (NutraSweet / Equal), RoundUp, Petroleum-Based Fertilizer, Agent Orange, too much Dioxin, DDT, Atom bomb and nuclear weapons, a trillion trillion tons of PCBs, and one scoop of Saccharin.

On the twelfth day of Christmas Monsanto brought to us a world of Genetically Modified Crops / GMOs, Bovine Growth Hormone (rBGH), Aspartame (NutraSweet / Equal), RoundUp, Petroleum-Based Fertilizer, Agent Orange, too much Dioxin, DDT, Atom bomb and nuclear weapons, a trillion trillion tons of PCBs, and one scoop of Saccharin.

Source for Monsanto’s Dirty Dozen: http://gmo-awareness.com/2011/05/12/monsanto-dirty-dozen/

Honouring Mandela

This quote from Mandela has inspired many people in their fight for a better world:

“It always seems impossible until it’s done.”

That spirit is the source of the power of our movement. Let’s honour Mandela by embodying his hope over despair and keeping his flame of determination alight.

I Dreamed I Folded

A Poem by A. J. Huffman

myself inside a box of nonexistence.

It all started with me as a pane
of glass, a window threw which I could see
myself clearly. It was odd, this vision,
the planes of my four sides.
I watched as they collapsed in on themselves –
a feeling I had experienced many times,
but never visualized. It manifested
as a much calmer, more orderly process
than I had imagined. Slowly, I grew
smaller and smaller until I was barely more
than a blip of silver, screaming
in the middle of a white expanse. I reached out
and shook myself. A strange cooing
echoed from the center of this creepy casket
I had sealed myself into. I looked for a latch,
found none, placed myself on my own sill instead,
and waited for the sun to come up.
When it finally did, I cracked,
emerged from the shell of my own cell,
a dove with raven’s wings.

The next morning I woke with no idea
of what it all meant. I only knew I had
an overwhelming urge to fly.