Elke Rehder – Isolated Pawn

on the edge of things
i’m alone–

what to expect
being a small pawn
in this eerie board–

what does it mean
to be really free–

to be really me–


i’ll jump alone
but alert —

to win
i need one thing–

Madiba’s day or The long walk we have to liberation


Nelson Mandela in his Robben Island cell

Although my skin is white
Madiba is my father–
He’s my relative
cause we share dreams–

He’s my grandfather
- black and poor -
when he uses social clothes that doesn’t fit*
to go to his first school–

Although my skin is white
in Africa are my roots
and African my features are
beyond my white skin–


Crystalline my tears came
like Madiba’s heart
like his life
like his soul–

I wish we didn’t need
people like you
I wish we were the same
beyond colors and faiths
I wish we didn’t have
treated you (and many others) this way…

You go now, Madiba
with the peace you said so…
You go now, Madiba
but your smile and ideals remain
You go now, Madiba
but your sons and daughters will stay…

And in your memory
we’ll build an equal world
with those who give away–

- – -
* When Mandela describes the first time he goes to school with his father’s clothes that were way too big for him at the time in his autobiographical book, he touched me in a away I was never touched before. He also have a huge resemblance with my real grandfather – not only physical but this amazing sense of right and wrong that seems to be disappearing in newer generations.

A Dickinsonian birthday


Salvador Dalí – Glass of wine and boat

years and years
left behind
so one New
can begin–

and i, i dwell in possibilities–
and my boat has no port–

and my dreams are so big
that i float adrift–

and my life is a mess
but i couldn’t care less–

we’ll have wine
and nice talks–
love is all around
inside and out–

Yep, I’m the birthday girl today. Not every day you turn 27, peeps!


Chan Siva - Girl on fire

Chan Siva – Girl on fire

burning down
the house
the old notions
and bad feelings–

she won’t
she won’t be stuck–
on this ground

ready to fly away,
across the ocean
where her heart lies–


she looks like a girl
but it’s a flame
burning high–

no regrets
she’s leaving behind–



T. F. Simon – Theatre du Vaudeville

i’m not easy and light
as in your wish–

as in the back
of your mind–

i’m complicated and heavy
with lots of baggage indeed–


you take my ground
you drive me mad–


i want you near…
don’t want it too?

why do you run
to where, with who?



Morris Hirshfield – Tiger

to face the fears
(and it eats me)

fight the tigers of doubt
and maybe win

the truth is one
(and it eats me)

i’m gonna try
and try

until i bleed
or succeed


and then,
it will be my lunchtime.

Leaving Eden


Nailia Schwartz – Still life

life’s calling–
i pretend
i pretend i’m deaf–

between bed sheets
i hide my head–
i’m deaf–

life’s calling!
pick up! pick up!
enough of this–




Lina Scarfi – Miscarriage of Justice

the word
that word
the word
i thought
i forgot

you brought it back
Ruth, you evil witch

(not really, no,
i get your reasons
please, get mine)

the word came
and brought the pain
i thought i forgot

i’m gonna repeat
until i don’t feel,
until i forget:

curette, curette, curette
curette, curette,
let me