Holocaust Home Poems

Several European countries have already previously banned home schooling in 
their own countries by punishing home schooling parents and taking their children
away from them. ...

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When is a house, not a house
but a home, a place to call your own 
a box to fill with treasures 
of heart and objets...

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Weeds

Why do I do so well at growing things, 
I don't want to grow, 
and do so badly and the other plants, 
I work hard...

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A new home

Waiting to go home to my house in Algarve, 30 years after 
the Berlin wall fell with the blessing of Russia, in case...

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Out into the wilderness haunted by ghost town’s ancient bloodstains and lost history scars. 

We wander the dark borderlands between awakening dreams and incandescent seams....

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Its skeletal bones bare
Eyes still stare 
All that remains is the soul
A drift as a shadow lingers there
A bare bulb blares
sways absently silently 
in the...

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I suppose my worldview life of mind
and witnessing view of few
deep well
hearted Earth
Bodies

Would feel easier
healthier
lighter
safer
more powerfully co-inviting
without chronic win/lose stressors
popping up
against downstream sundry, multiculturally 
diverse

Technologically
Digitally
and...

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Forever 

 Time is a word, without relevance or worth.
 Conceived by mankind, a distance from birth.
 If birth is the beginning, and death the...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Shema ("Listen")
by Primo Levi
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You who live secure
in your comfortable homes,
who return each evening to find
warm food and a hearty welcome...

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Numbers

Life is measured. 
How much can you do?
Whimsical ideas, 
dashed to the rocks...
in favor of older methods, sure of return.

Courage beyond position, 
ambition to prove...

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My Friend

We spoke, up until the last, 
You, and I and HIM…

The pain was hard, cruel and mean.
You were tired… (whispered, "that was okay"…)

I told...

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being in this tin womb, dark and safe,
that's the thing; inside the dark corners 
and air-lock doors, it's a floating life 

toothpaste and pureed stew...

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SHE PUSHES ME IN A DEEP COMA
NO MEMORIES OF HER
I'M MY ONLY PERSON IN A DEEP SLEEP
WHERE MY REMEMBRANCE ARE FADED
 
I HEAR HER VOICE
WHISPERING...

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The Women



(for the countless women, names unknown, who bore the brunt of Apartheid, and who fought the racist system at great cost to themselves and...

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