March 2011

from sundry and uncollected poems

by Gene Tanta on March 3, 2011

in Poetry

My Antidote

for Mirela

I remember when I first saw you
on that snowy porch in the Iowan night-shine.
Tree branches were giving themselves freely to the wind
and then my eyelids disappeared.

“I’ll savor you like a sugar cube,” I thought, but
days have a way of pouring in one ear and out the other.
My muddy boots have a way of leaving
muddy tracks on the Bostick House hallway carpet.

Later, I was about to lift up my head
in defeat, when among the riverbank’s pebbles
I found it. A heart-shaped stone in Filiasi
big as your left breast. I carried it across an ocean to Chicago.

Alas, nighttime clouds don’t matter the same way
in the daytime. Each one of us a mousetrap for the other,
a cube of Swiss-cheese for the other,
poison on the tongue that tastes. You are my antidote.

Chicago 2-15-04

Bloods & Crips ( Made in America ) movie trailer

by Gene Tanta on March 3, 2011

in Blog

I recommend this documentary on the history of LA gangs for its clear and raw narration of the role racial injustice plays in the violence that has irrupted and continues to irrupt with so little national and international attention. Bloods & Crips ( Made in America ) movie trailer