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Stroll of Poets Society
c/o Writers Guild of Alberta
11759 Groat Road
Edmonton, Alberta
T5M 3K6
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heart at half mast
8:46 am eastern daylight time
lives change forever events before unimaginable now etched on the cave wall of my mind
there are people running in the streets chased by dust and debris smoke follows like a demon on fire
9:03 am eastern daylight time
another
this time proof of intent
the cave wall of my mind shatters
shock fear disgust anger rage hatred revenge
if i leave now i could be there in seven hours
starting to question why why my home town do they hate us that much i mean that much
twenty minutes to the airport stop over in toronto
mostly numb now eyes on the monitor same image over and over and over and over and over
airports are closed jump in the car? drive? three days straight thru
i need to do something besides sit here and cry and cry and cry and cry and cry
i phone home is every one ok do we know anyone who...
i know you used to work there sit on the plaza eat lunch people watch
what the fuck?
the knot in my gut seems to grow with each new piece of information each new devastating scene of destruction
i am taking this personally this is my home town these are my people my streets my history
cnn... i watch dancing in the streets dancing in joyful celebration at the horrible deaths
death by burning death by jumping from the 100th floor crushing death stone and steel dancing? joyfully?
i was born in new york and couldn’t wait to leave that city when i was younger
now all i want all i can think is to go home help clean up the mess
pick up a gun kill someone
my heart is at half mast
not only for what was done in new york city not only for what was done in washington dc not only for what was done in pennsylvania
but for what was done in me for what i want to do for the fear and hatred i now carry that refuses to leave me that my soul cannot command to calmness for the spirit that was killed for this new demon i have become
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