CONFESSION ZERO

Howard Zinn dies of a heartattack at age 87 The wish for a coming revolt of the guards did not emerge with any expectant breath or a momentous rebellion of thunder. Instead, it passed between the dreaming walls of our hope. Silent and mortified, it wove its way near the heart and fell away breathless. We hungered for its branding mark to walk upon our shields. We’re ready for the next great one, the next sun to etch its words on our caution. We see ourselves as we imagine, a rescuer, a warrior of unending good, a rebel without history looking for a voice to call his own. We've tossed our coins into the breathing fountain and hidden our shame in the thankless gutter, we've carried our bodies across our days like hand grenades, immigrants in a strange land of heavy skies. © 2010 by mark prime A People's History Howard Zinn... rest in peace. Tweet This!

French report calls for veil ban Lift the veil, steal their faces in sideways glances shrouded by our breath. What frightens us so that freedom's then veiled? Rich-poor gap 'wider than 1970s' Then, one by one, they fell, unseen and we wept in redness like rain made from flesh while the quaver of far-flung war breached our thunder. Report: North, South Korea exchange fire This spiraling dread and blaze neighbors nothing very good or wanted in the layered storm, a world of fear and flame. Poll: Half say start anew on health care bill Which half brings forth this desire, those with or without, the dead or the dying, the wicked or the chaste? Because half of nothing won’t fly. Israel's PR exploitation of Haiti aid Put on your mask of madness, make-believe with another’s grief that you've come to rescue sorrow, awaken them with your sandman, tiptoeing across the trembling loam with machines already drenched in blood. © 2010 by mark prime Tweet T