Homoerotic Poems: March 2022

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POEMAS EN ESPAÑOL -- 2009: January 8, April 12, August 3 . . . . 2010: January 13 . . . . 2013: June 30, November 28, December 8 . . . . 2014: September 25, November 30 . . . . 2015: July 9, October 22 . . . . 2016: February 12, August 1, December 28 . . . . 2017: March 2, September 5 . . . . 2018: May 10, July 15, November 3 . . . . 2019: August 4, December 5 . . . . 2020: December 1 . . . . 2021: October 12, December 3 . . . . 2022: April 15, June 21 . . . . 2023: January 3, April 2, May 9, June 6.

Sunday, March 27, 2022

RUSSIA BRUTALLY INVADES UKRAINE

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yb14-k60sOY

Russia Invades Ukraine

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ux9AujW06P8

Russia attacks Ukraine, 'shattering' European peace

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O-kHkhTe8Pw

Russia unleashes brutal military assault on Ukraine | WNT

https://www.nytimes.com/2022/03/29/world/europe/russia-chechnya-grozny-ukraine.html?utm_source=pocket-newtab

A Brutal Russian Playbook Reapplied in Ukraine

The besieging of cities, the deliberate targeting of civilians — they are the tactics Russia used before, in Grozny. I saw it firsthand.

Thursday, March 24, 2022

THE MOCKINGBIRD

for Gilbert

Starting in March the dry laburnum beside the house
Fountains light frothy clusters that scatter and fall,

Spattering the sidewalk, porch and lawn
With spots and splashes of bright yellow.

Now in the cool gray light of dawn,
The mockingbird flings out his long,
Steep-scaled, abrupt, and convoluted arias.

Unseen beneath the vertical glare of noon,
All through the deepening blue hours,

Into night’s velvet blackness and the moon’s
Stark chiaroscuro, and long after

The silent moon has set, the mockingbird
Sobs, throbs, trills, spills and spurts and oozes
His extravagant bel canto.

No love duet, this solo burst from the male heart
That knows no rest and needs no consolation—

This is art forcing life, life forcing art
Out of the purest desolation.