Friday, March 21, 2008

Women's History Month blog carnival

rambles on rage
by Christina Springer of


i hope
the rage turns

into a cherry blossom, so
I can brew

wine from sunset ripened fruit


obama, with great delicacy and care
i put my white liberal friends in the dark

drawer of hurt where i won' t see them
again for 15 years. maybe when you have

more than 152 pieces of passed legislation
to her 20, or mice nibble the experience

of your fluffy words
into a victory confetti.

i'll feel safe. see desperate
lives bouncing "Yes, we can!"


little girl inside
"fair! just

want every
simple thing
fair!" just



why do faces that I love
hate my salvation?

doves of broken handlers
crack aspiration.

sugar smart smile, divine be
gentle and calm all of me.

rage and rage and rage
'til loved ones can not see

how oozing hapless happy
froth consumes identity.


the equation for soul height +
vision size divided by spin control

seems weighted, specialized.
give me your equation for my destiny?


Anonymous said...

I no nothing about American politics but like to think I know something about writing.

Salaam. Salaam.

Jennifer said...

I love this! Kickass yet truly tender poem Christina Springer, big props. I love so many lines, sheesh.


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