While digging for recipes, I discovered a booklet published in 1945 by Sealtest, a company known best in the Philadelphia region for its ice cream. Its forward illustrates an American perspective just after World War II that declares the end of terror on the world stage. It implores communities, parents in particular, to take stock of its children’s health as an important part of citizenship. What’s your take?
Note the zip code for New York City.
Lately I have meditated on clarity in an effort to conjure specific memories. I have purposefully attempted to attach sights, sounds and smells to each so that they become vivid.
The result of one such attempt is a poem that I wrote and posted this weekend called The Pram. For illustration, I added a stock photo that looked as similar to the one I recalled as I could find.
I received an email from my mom (who read the poem) with this photo attached.
This is me in the pram.
Inspired by Edge of Town,
a show by portrait artist Warren Keyser,
coupled with my own reflections about the effects of
heroin addiction on people who have loved and lost an addict,
Reflection upon terror attack at Pulse night club, Orlando, FL
Soaking in acceptance
Social safe haven
Cracks and pops
Blend with the beat
All seek escape
Graphic violence unfolds
Turns life to death
Fear cries out
Screams of horror
Begging to be spared
And grief beckon
Prayers lifted for
God to intercede
For souls to take
To assuage repressed feelings
Cold heartedly calculating
Demonic possessions unleashed
To level a playing field
With bloody pools of innocents
Cause unfit mind
To unleash hellfire
Blindly upon angels
Until silence punctuated
In response to the needless slaughter and wounding of humans
in Orlando, Florida
on June 12, 2016
In honor of the medical personnel,
first responders, investigators,
family and friends of each victim
who remain to piece together lives
which are forever changed