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The
Starpoet
Newsletter
Vol VII, No. XXXIX
the hunter
chased by bright Sirius
chased by bright Sirius
searches for the great bear
hiding in the city lights
hiding in the city lights
you hide in the covers
beside me
chasing sleep
deep into the morning
Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2006
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my stitches are out, the scapelwound is healing. we have slipped into fall. next week at this time I will be in the shenandoah, high up a mountain in my cabin.
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I've had almost daily migraines since the operation. Nothing major, but enough to make you scream in frustration. Concentration is difficult even with the meds.
Post Aura
I’ve got a creeping lethargia
And an aching agony,
And an aching agony,
I’ve got a woeful discomfort
Nauseating pain in me.
Nauseating pain in me.
When the light starts hurtin’
And your brain starts throbbin’,
And your brain starts throbbin’,
There just ain’t no place you can go;
You want to holler,
And you to want to scream,
You’re caught in the hold
You’re caught in the hold
of a very bad dream:
Migraine
Tearing the life out of me.
Tearing the life out of me.
Migraine
Won’t someone end my misery?
Won’t someone end my misery?
Lisa Jain Thompson
September 2006
September 2006
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on the other hand
Lifespan
I have outlived Caesar,
Jesus,
Jim Morrison and the Kennedys.
Will Shakespeare was dead at my age,
Sappho already fallen from her cliff.
I still be a-borning as they say,
Honing my skills, sharpening my voice,
So years from now my corpus will,
In some dusty, ageless media vault,
Still speak my poet's heart.
Still speak my poet's heart.
Lisa Jain Thompson
September 2006
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The rancid residue of what once was the civil rights movement
now equates Jim Crow
-- the system of enforced legal inferiority for blacks --
with opposition
to treating blacks as wards of government,
in need of infantilizing preferences,
forever.
-- George Will
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movie review
Rio Grande
John Wayne, Maureen O'Hara,
Directed by John Ford.
Wayne is gorgeous in 1950
Before Vietnam dragged him
From his pedestal.
From his pedestal.
Brave men on horses
In black and white calvary blue;
In black and white calvary blue;
Wayne tallest of them all,
Stern loving Father
For a nation's heartland.
Lisa Jain Thompson
September 2006
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in the middle of migraines
Rituals
We don't chose our birth
We don't chose our death
Whatever we don't get done
They discuss at the autopsy
Birth certificate, grave stones
Bottles of ashes on the mantle
Diapers, babies
Last dances at the prom
Holy chism, beginning and end
Hallmark cards, smiles and tears
Round and round and round and round
Absolving us of our sins
Lisa Jain Thompson
September 2006
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Treat our prisoners with humanity,
and Let them have no reason to Complain
of our Copying the brutal example of the British army
in their Treatment of our unfortunate brethren.
and Let them have no reason to Complain
of our Copying the brutal example of the British army
in their Treatment of our unfortunate brethren.
-- George Washington
orders to Lt. Col. Samuel Blachley Webb
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there seems to a theme the last week
Trusting Fortune
Alexander was dead by thirty-three,
Hannibal fought his last battle at forty-five,
Napoleon and Wellington a year older at Waterloo,
Caesar two years younger than I am at his death.
Yet I embark:
New deeds,
New projects,
Decades to go before I sleep;
Battles to engage,
Victories yet to win,
Resting on neithe laurels nor expectations
Of the New Woman I have become.
I have spent half my life safely entrenched
In family and those duties
Required to raise them;
We have grown prosperous and older
And will the future embrace
To make the world more gentle
For my children and all of humankind.
For my children and all of humankind.
Lisa Jain Thompson
September 2006
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Five years after 9/11, we have not been attacked.
Do not confuse luck with effectiveness.
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as I have learned
Catechism
For Selam and Gully,
Wherever we may find them.
Wherever we may find them.
Who made us? God made us,
Or maybe it was chance;
There’s time enough and world
For most anything to have happened.
How did God make us?
Upright and curious,
Fallen from the tree tops
To walk the open land.
Fallen from the tree tops
To walk the open land.
Why? is another question,
Perhaps one without an answer;
Perhaps one without an answer;
Reason may not be satisfactory
To soothe the hominid soul.
To soothe the hominid soul.
What must we do to find happiness
As we wander in this wilderness?
Know, love, and serve knowledge
Wherever that may lead us.
As we wander in this wilderness?
Know, love, and serve knowledge
Wherever that may lead us.
We are the children of a revolution,
An upright ape who thinks he thinks;
We are the dragon in our garden,
An upright ape who thinks he thinks;
We are the dragon in our garden,
The starry heavens our destination.
Selam Imagined
National Geographic
our sister
Lisa Jain Thompson
September 2006
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Not to act in accordance with reason is contrary to God's nature.
-- Benedict XVI
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PEACE
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