Bright day, white and gold

in the January sun

empty

one long moment

between darkness

falling

rising

unmoving

full of thoughts

racing from the past

to the past

the lost

a hole in the world

missing heart

my mother

27.01.2014

apology

i was a rotten branch that broke

when you hang onto it

in your moment of distress

27.01.2014

the day of white snow and bright golden light

of crisp freezing air and glittering snowflakes

dies a slow death a beautiful death

deep blue snow and white-black trees

in fading light horizontal vertical

the grave and the gravestone

22.01.2014

if my poem tells a lie

it tells it to comfort you

to shield you

to hide you from the reality

to hide the reality from you

which like a hungry tiger

is ready to pounce

if my poem tells a lie

it tells it to move your eyes

from the leaping tiger

to give you a moment

a fleeting moment

when you aren't aware

of the claws coming

15.01.2014

epitaph

we never were much

raindrops on a leaf

then

fallen leaves beside the road

we never were much

in the Great Chain of Being

a candle flickering

in the winter night

and then

even that ended

14.01.2014

Mother from Western Sahara

beaten mother bloody eye swollen shut

breastfeeds her baby who greedily drinks

as the mother lays on the floor

aware of pain aware like a woman

beaten by foreign soldiers in her own country is

as her baby clutches to her

like the people to their land

through all the decades of pain

13.01.2014

Change and Illusion

Snowflakes in the air,

ten degrees below zero.

A late winter in a changing world,

two days ago I still listened

to the sound of raindrops falling in January.

Now, an illusion of normality,

Joaquin Desprez' music

cold and clear as a perfect winter day.

On some coming year it will be a

one long autumn until spring.

12.01.2014

rebirth in douma, syria

from the womb of the ruins

delivered

in dust baptized

the children

with fearful eyes

screaming

crying

for the life

ended

the loved

lost

09.01.2014

Of Hares Boys and other child prisoners of Israel

It's antisemitism to mention

the children caged outdoors

in winter storm.

It's antisemitism to mention

that Israel demands parents pay

for their food and clothes.

It's antisemitism to mention

that they have been beaten,
tortured, threatened with rape.

It's antisemitism to mention

that Israel's demands life sentence

for throwing a stone.

It's antisemitism to mention

that in many cases

no stone was even thrown.

It's antisemitism to mention

that with 99.74 percent certainty

they will be found guilty.

It's antisemitism to mention

that they are

children.

07.01.2014

Today, as the short day dies

in winter's weak, hesitating embrace

Today, as the light fades

and the dark green woods turn to black

Today, as the stream runs singing

through the bare fields devoid of snow

Today, as I stand between worlds

in the ever-fleeting "now"

Today, as I reach to the past

while dragged to the future

Today, memories sharp like

broken glass

Today, and each day

and each moment

I lose you, my mother,

I lose you for my sins.

07.01.2014

Yarmouk

I opposed the bombing of Syria.

Now I demand help for the remaining refugees in Yarmouk.

Perhaps people would still be dying of hunger

if thousands would have died in bombings

and more or less moderate rebels

would be fighting against each other

after the fall of the regime.

I don't know.

I can't know.

But people are dying. Old people, infants, youths,

toddlers, men in their prime, middle-aged women.

I should have called for

bombs full of food.

04.01.2014

let the night fold its wings

over your tired thoughts

cradle yourself against

the black and trouble

your mind no more

let the dark carry you

into another dawn

of winter's gray light

03.01.2014

the land bare

in January's

dim light

stuck in autumn

old wet leaves

on ground

where mice

should be running

in their

little corridors

inside

banks of snow

far from the

birds

and the fox

old wet leaves

of summer gone

beside a stream

singing rushing on

to join

a sewage outflow

the land bare

like mind

stripped of thoughts

left with

existence

01.01.2014

2014

a new year veiled in the shadows

of a night lingering at the edge of morning

not a new beginning not an ending

the same thread going on

through the revolutions of the Earth

life death and hope of something lasting

being build among the melting

01.01.2014

new year

rockets in the rain

exploding

no snow

to be seen

happy climate change

earth

happy new mass extinction

01.01.2014