Shanna Baldwin Moore: well. let's see—originally from the tall tree country of Washington state, I surfed the tree tops in the wind... My grandmother was a poet in Greenwich Village and inspired me to write...I am also a painter in oil and this was what connected me to the beat poets—I was the art director of the gas house in Venice—we had poetry readings to jazz and learned this awesome sound of music to poetry... came to Hawaii 36 years ago for a vacation and I'm still vacationing...a lot of my artwork was of Pele the goddess of the volcano and now I write for her...my Hawaiian poetry can be found at "my town".  Hope to have a book out by the end of the year.

chemical warfare

my son opens
the dark door
of crystal methamphetamine
a turnstile
with no way back
the devil's cocktail
drinking of his blood
doomed to loose
everything dear to him
no feelings but the heat
of his blood
burning in his brain
the light
of white lightning
in his eyes
searing synapses
of all consciousness
scowling for hours
into a blue screen
seeing stray electrons
frozen in time

 

 

 

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