My poems written in Mexico in August are starting to arrive at their intended destinations and so I continue with the posting here. The last few lines from this poem are taken almost verbatim from a sign at Casa Azul, the home of Frida Kahlo, to which I made a pilgrimage in August 2014, just before heading to the 14th Subud World Congress in Puebla, Mexico.
Postcards from Chaos
Writing poetry in a time of crisis, Ukraine, postcards.”War tries to destroy culture because culture sustains identity and memory. Literature is not only a victim of war, it is an instrument of survival, resistance, witnessing – and, sometimes, welcome refuge…”








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