primal scream
by Paul Haeder / July 18th, 2021
her chin lifts
air of Chihuahua
scorpion stingers
sink into corner
clouds on wall
painted by Mario
beer in hand
homeless
the world his home
her room, sanctuary
daughter is innocence
listening cicadas
odors of cumin
green giant chiles
desert valley
thunderbird on mountain
her shadow
protector bird
one day a woman
alone at night
sounds of city
harsh, tumbling humanity
trapped, concrete prisons
she tastes poblano
lime gnashing
eagle out there
stars held
on outstretched
wings of hope
Paul Haeder's been a teacher, social worker, newspaperman, environmental activist, and marginalized muckraker, union organizer. Paul's book,
Reimagining Sanity: Voices Beyond the Echo Chamber (2016), looks at 10 years (now going on 17 years) of his writing at
Dissident Voice. Read his musings at
LA Progressive. Read (purchase) his short story collection,
Wide Open Eyes: Surfacing from Vietnam now out, published by
Cirque Journal. Here's his Amazon page with more published work
Amazon. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.This article was posted on Sunday, July 18th, 2021 at 8:02am and is filed under Poetry.
