International Women’s Day 2013, poems for Malala Yousafzai

Poem for Malala To Malala Yousafzai. We see it all. All of it. The red-stain, the shame. We do not feel the skull-shatter-impact, the moveable plate – the tube, the tubes. The blood-bags. The bags of blood, the urine. Your eye, the eye-blood that occludes your vision. Red filters down, lowering them to the ground.…

‘I’ve got the Fukushima Blues’, by Glenda Cimino

Even though it’s not in the news, I’ve got the Fukushima Blues. Strontium 90 on the grass, Iodine 131, cesium, plutonium – Cow’s milk is poisoned in your glass, But don’t tell- there’d be pandemonium! Three reactors in meltdown, Tepco now confess But where the radioactive water’s gone, Is anybody’s guess. Even though they say I have…