Daily Archives: November 7, 2008

November 7, 2008

URGENT FOR MY ABQ PEOPLE

By Tony Brown

This showed up on my friends’ list a little while ago from ziasummer , and I’m not sure how many of you are also on her list…please keep an eye peeled.

—————– Bulletin Message —————–
From: shorty
Date: Nov 7, 2008 11:41 AM

Most of you may already know by now that my daughter, Morghan Roberge-Bernard, is missing. I am frantic to find any information about her and her safety.

If you want to do something to help, then call every person you know and ask them if they’ve seen Morghan.

If they have then get the date, time, location and the name of the person to me or the people listed below ASAP!

If anyone has any info.

please call:

APD Investigator Spratley @ 924-6047
Case # 08-191655

I-800-THE-LOST
This is a 24/7 hotline that can take anonymous calls from blocked numbers.

Case # 1109533
When calling give them her name and case # then ask to speak with Maura or Charles.

Morghan Libby Roberge-Bernard
Age 17
height: 5 foot 6 inches
weight: 115 lbs.
ethnicity: white

description: She is a very pale skinned girl with blue eyes and glasses. Her hair is blond w/ brown streaks. She was last seen in blue jeans and an oversized hooded sweatshirt that is dark gray w/ colorful clown logos all over it. Morghan has scoliosis that has resulted in a small outward curve by her right shoulder. This is usually only noticable when she has a t-shirt on. She has no tattoos, piercings, scars, or other markings.

She was last seen downtown on 4th and iron Tuesday

Please help me find my daughter!

Most Sincerely,
Melissa Roberge

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November 7, 2008

Two shows this week — mark your calendars, carve em into your arm…

By Tony Brown

Sunday night, DUENDE at the Poets’ Asylum.

6-9 pm
Jumpin’ Juice andJava
335 Chandler Street
Worcester MA

Wednesday night, me solo at Kafe Kerouac
Columbus (shouldn’t that be Kolumbus?), OH

Duende will be doing it up music and poetry style.  Already working on "editing" the text for the room (note to poets who think that’s censorship: frig you).  So sorry, gang — no "Last Word" this time. 

I won’t be editing for the Ohio show, though.  😉

AND!!!

tonight, I’ll be on The Eclectic Word , participating in a panel discussion on two topics:  "Is American Poetry Too Insular?" and a discussion of the relationship of poetry to current events.  8 PM EST.  Always a stimulating time!

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November 7, 2008

The Wasp Queen

By Tony Brown

While some wasps
are solitary and have no leader,
birthing females and males by deliberate choice
in holes and crevices, others

survive by the dictates of a queen
who started the nest alone and then created
her country through her children:  one nation
under the eaves, in the crook of an azalea,

high up in an oak.
They do not mean to encroach on us, but they do,
so one day I took a pole saw and brought a nest down,
a paper ball damn near as big and grey as my head,

dropping it into a metal barrel. Before the war cloud
could form around us, my next door neighbor
laid down a stream of poison and we charged in,
poured gasoline into the barrel, and set it off.

Queen wasps aren’t much like bee queens:
they move, take part in the struggle, and are not less mobile
than others of their kind. 
When our fire came, it brought to her

a break from that responsibility: no time to assign
blame, no time to scour the landscape
for the ones who were far flung and far away,
calling them back to fight for one and all;

so I assume that as the heat took her,
crisped her into just one more shell
undistinguishable from the rest, she simply died
without a thought for all she’d made and lost.

The soldiers buzzed around for hours, angry
and small, untethered and willing to die
for something that no longer existed.  We watched and killed
when necessary, keeping the kids and pets indoors

until we were sure that all was right with our world.
Then, we ordered pizza, popped beers, congratulated ourselves
on a mission accomplished; not seeing that one survivor, one new queen,
in a bush not far from the ruins of the old world,

was chewing leaves,
making more pulp,
and preparing
to build again.

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From a writing prompt by louiserobertson  .

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