Tuesday, November 27, 2007


Activist poets Mike Maggio and Heather Davis, Sunday, December 16, 4 pm

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Sunday Kind of Love
A Busboys & Poetry Event
Third Sundays of the Month, 4 pm
Busboys & Poets 14th & V Streets, NW, Washington, DC
U Street/Cardozo on the Green and Yellow Lines
Hosted by Sarah Browning, Coordinator of D.C. Poets Against the War & Regie Cabico, Artistic Director of Sol & Soul Open Mic at each event!

Sunday, December 16, 2007, 4 pm Celebrating the release of new books by DC Poets Against the War Activists Heather Davis & Mike Maggio

Heather Davis’ first book of poems, The Lost Tribe of Us, won the 2007 Main Street Rag Poetry Book Award and has just been released. She is on the Coordinating Committee of Split This Rock Poetry Festival: Poems of Provocation & Witness. Davis is a winner of the 2007 Moving Words Poetry Prize—her poem "Folk Art" appeared on buses in Arlington, VA. She runs a women's writing group in Rosslyn, VA, and serves as a Communications Manager for an international development organization.

Mike Maggio has published fiction, poetry and translations in journals and anthologies in the United States and abroad. His newest book, deMOCKracy (Plain View Press), is a hard-hitting, poetic critique of the Bush administration and its unjustified attack on Iraq and on the democractic institiutions here at home. He is the author of Your Secret Is Safe With Me, an audio collection of poems; Oranges From Palestine (and other poems); and a collection of short fiction, Sifting Through the Madness (Xlibris).


Mother, on the news of your pregnancy,
I thought of one thing:
how the pleasure my lover and I build barehanded
is nothing compared to your architecture,
the house of your body renovated,
full again after seven children;
and I remembered how, before I left home,
every detail of the place looked back at me,
foreign as an ocean floor,
the shadows of pines delicate as coral
against white clapboard,
the foundation settled like a sunken ship,
steeped in unnatural, seeping light.
I wondered how long old timbers can stand
secure in their sockets of earth.

by Heather Davis, from The Lost Tribe of Us

(for Anthony)

Paper cranes
yellow, red
orange origami
child-made cranes
strung like trawls of fish
in Nagasaki and Hiroshima

some fall off and
drift like autumn leaves
shrouding the countryside
like flames weeping
tumbling like autumn leaves

some fall off and
drop like tears
mourning the charred earth
like wailing widows
raining like silver tears

some fall off and
whisk away in the wind
speckling the dazed sun
like ashen memories
howling in the fiery wind

some fall off and
glide gracefully to the ground
thin, delicate
paper cranes
like snowflakes
falling to the ground

some fall off and
spread like cherry blossoms
pinken the brown earth
like gossamer on the horizon
papering the world with cherry blossoms

some fall off and
sail up to the sky
rising on blue wings
like dandelion dreams
floating up to the sky

some fall off and
make it back to America
scattering over the cities
like confetti
like multi-colored messages

paper peace cranes
swarming over America.

by Mike Maggio, from deMOCKracy

NEXT: Sunday, January 20, 2008, 4 pm Second Anniversary of Sunday Kind of Love - Honoring the activist poets and writers who have gone before!
For more info: http://www.busboysandpoets.com/, womenarts2 at aol.com 202-387-POET

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