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day without immigrants

I have chosen to remain home today, the 16th of February, to participate in the day without immigrants protest.  Why?

My family history includes incidents in which they encountered resentment, hate, and violence as they sought a new life on this American soil.

In the 19th century, my father’s paternal family heeded a call to “gather to Zion” and thus immigrated to the United States from Denmark as newly converts to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints  (LDS).  His maternal family left Ireland to settle in Virginia before relocating to the west coast in the 1860s.

My mother’s maternal and paternal families left England in the 18th century and settled in the northeast part of the United States.  Their relationships with Joseph Smith resulted in their relocation to Nauvoo, Illinois before seeking refuge in Salt Lake City, Utah.

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Have you chosen to give voice to this issue?  I would enjoy hearing your thoughts about the events of today.

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Photojournalist Edward Crawford is the Edge of Humanity Magazine contributor of this social documentary photography. From his project ‘Au revoir la Jungle‘. To see Edward’s portfolio and stories click on any image. In September 2016 Francoise Hollande on his first visit to Calais as the French president made a statement many had been anticipating. […]

via The Evacuation And Dismantling Of The Calais Jungle — Edge of Humanity Magazine

black & white sunday: darkness and light

Purple butterflies

fly at night through my dreams.

Butterflies, tell me,

have you seen in my village

the falling flowers of the wisteria?

~Yosano Akiko*

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Sleeping Enya submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s photo challenge

*cited:

Women Poets of Japan

K Rexroth & I Atsumi

 

 

today is Sunday

Did you see in the shadowy woods

a branch grew, leaves came out

of a girl’s pliant extended arms

and quickly became a tree?

Did you see?

A youth stood by the tree,

took off his deep blue coat,

and in a moment became a dove?

(The telephone keeps ringing, ringing.

No one answers, nobody is there, today is Sunday)

… ~Shinkawa Kazue*

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*cited:

Women Poets of Japan

K Rexroth & I Atsumi

 

thursday’s special: pick a word in feburary – y2

Sweet and sad

like love overwhelmed

with long sighs,

out of the depths of the willow

little by little

the moon appears.

~Yosano Akiko*

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arboreal

I found myself drawn, not to this tree, but to the shadows playing upon its trunk.  Image submitted in response to Lost in Translation’s photo challenge.

*cited:

Women Poets of Japan

K Rexroth & I Atsumi

real or imaginary

when i awake

i wonder

if the color i saw

in my dream

was real 

or imaginary

winterbckofford-abstract20154dsc_2139jan-27-2017was it red?

i turn back

towards the word red

but the color is gone

what i thought was 

being alive 

is only various colors

reflected and

scattered

in my mind

sun setting

turned the windowpane orange

shower spray

was a diamond color

so i thought

now only the memory 

of color remains

the window 

and the shower spray

have vanished.

~Yoshihara Sachiko

I found this video, The Pattern behind Self-deception, at Ted.com by Michael Shermer interesting as well as entertaining.  Hope you find your self smiling.