Wednesday, May 31, 2006


Last year when I visited my sister in upstate New York- (we hadn't seen eachother for about 30 years) it immediately felt like coming home. Not just the people in the house but the house itself seemed to welcome me, like an old time friend. It was as if the house morphed into a 'living' warm, material thing. It embraced me with its friendliness so it started to inspire me as a poet with the following poems- hope they can project some of the joy I felt to who ever is reading them!

coming home to a home that
welcomes you with a hug
where love is the rule and
inner warmth the side effect
where you're surrounded by
a treasury of books and
artifacts are the keepers of
the African heritage in pride
and the courage of the people
of the First Nations is honored
where the memories of 2Pac
and Malcolm and Martin Luther
are cherished and so many more
where they serve you soul food
cooked with creative genius
where lifestyle means generosity
respect and sharing
where the angels smile at you
and the rhythm of life
has the beat of a jazz tune
coming home that way to the home
of my chosen sister is like a precious
diamond that will never loose its shine
and in a house like that a common object as simple as a kitchen table becomes inspiring!
The Kitchen Table
there she is in a corner
of the warm open kitchen
the nerve center of the house
always clean never cleared
receiving on its surface all
the incoming and outgoing
communication of the people
surrounding her, using her
standing by her, sitting close
to her after they conquered
their own little space to put
a plate on top of her, a glass
a cup to enjoy breakfast or
supper with family or a friend
we became mates, the table and I
while reading the morning news
sipping my cup of green tea
the dog's head resting in my lap
the perfect place to start a new day!

Monday, May 15, 2006


Two faces of women
two faces of mothers
wearing marks of grief
wearing veils of pain
wearing scars of loss
coming from different worlds
bearing the burden of
different conflicts
one from Palestine
one from the USA
united in their strenght
united in their struggle
united in their hopes
for a more peaceful world
I hold their hands and
inside weep with them
for I'm a woman
I'm a mother
they are my sisters

for Fadwa Barghouti & Nadia McCaffrey

Sunday, May 14, 2006


For thousands of mothers this years mother's day won't be one of joy and family togetherness, but one of sadness, of sorrow, of bitterness for the loss of so many promising children lost in useless, senseless conflicts all over the world.
As a mother and a grandmother I mourn with them!
And more then other years I will count my blessings for having the love of my children and grandchildren surrounding me and warming my days!
It has been a contemplating period lately, words and phrases were crawling around in my brain and soul but it was difficult to put them on paper.
But it's funny how life always seems to try to make up for things- bringing the balance, so this week , call it coincidence or not I met a wonderful poet and activist on the cyber highway- Jayne Stahl. She's the founder of 'Writers at large' and she is doing a great job! and especially in these tough times it feels so good to find a soul and mind on your frequency-every time again a 'happening' like that gives me a new energy boost to keep on keep on going on!
Thanks Jayne for crossing my path!
Within an hour I'm off for a bowling party (not for Columbine!) but for family celebration!- every 'strike' will be a winner for love!

Friday, April 14, 2006

A Poem for Good Friday*

I'm not a religious person
but today when I watch the
raindrops fall from the trees
I think it's like nature weeping
for the death of a good man
and I feel sadness in my soul
today, in a time that all over the world
good men, good women and innocent
children die in senseless, useless and
unnecessary conflicts and wars
because of the greed of modern Pharisees
claiming to do so in the name of whatever
the name of the god they say to worship
I can't feel any forgiving in my heart for them
only hope god's wrath will be upon them
to erase their evil minds from the earth

Thursday, April 06, 2006


Sun shining, Spring finally at the doorstep! Easter Holidays and my granddaughters sleeping over- went to the Market- enjoyed the crowd- bought a Brussels wafer with cream and ate it sitting on a bench with our face in the sun-
bought new flowers for the window pane and they just look beautiful and colorful, like my house is smiling all of a sudden-
got some nice mails in my box from friends all over the planet- and some phonecalls inviting me for lectures and poetry readings- wrote a poem today also and in the afternoon we enjoyed pancakes - what more can one wish to feel happy- what more can one wish to call it a WONDERFUL day!
happiness can be that simple sometimes!

Monday, April 03, 2006

Cindy Sheehan vs. Congresman Kingston!

Peace vs. War!
If someone calls Cindy a 'beatnik' and a 'nutcase'- how incredible low-valued as a human being can you be then?!
Even if you don't agree, there should at least be 'respect' for the honest fight, the pain and the sorrow not only of Cindy but for the thousands of American, Iraqi and Afghan mothers who mourn their beloved children in an unjust war based on lies and greed, not on necessity!
The cold disdain of this warmongers enrages me, but within your stupid arrogance mr Kingston you are not aware that calling a woman like Cindy Sheehan, who up to you looks like ten feet tall, make this names medals of honor. So being a grandmother and a mother from a peace minded European country I feel extremely great to call myself then a 'nutcase' and a 'beatnik'!
Sleep well mister congresman, hope the cries of young, wasted and devastated lives will not hunt your dreams!

Monday, March 06, 2006

International Women's Day: a reflection!

As the 8th of March is nearing, my mailbox fills up with invitations from all over the world to attend manifestations. Of course you can pick only one or two close by, all the rest has your sympathy and gets a mail back of support.
But each year again you sit back in a mood of reflection, counting the positive actions and moves that happened to women all over the globe as well as the negative ones, and lately the balance is very uneven in the negative direction.
Just a few minutes ago I read the governor of South Dakota signed the law that prohibits abortion unless the life of the woman is endangered! A law that puts women back to the dark ages in a country, the US. that proclaims itself as the champion of freedom, democracy etc...etc.. except for the human rights of women?
Especially the poor, the black, the latino, the native-american women?
In another news item I read that Cindy Sheehan, once again, is arrested in New York for protesting a senseless, desastrous war in Iraq with a delegation of Iraqi women, is there no more shame, when the best and the boldest among us are treated like they are the criminals?!
Thousands of women each and every year again die of Aids, of maltreatment, of abuse, of oppression, of violence, domestic and due to conflicts (war), and its like the whole world is watching and doesn't give a damn!
Sometimes that is the way it seems to be, but luckily you know and are aware that is not true. Thousands of bold women from all over the planet do take a stand, are involved, stick out their necks and even their lives for the well being of their not so fortunate sisters ( Code Pink, Feminist Majority, Encore FĂ©ministe etc...etc...) and therefore, especially on a day as the 8th of March it gives you a good feeling of belonging to that worldwide sisterhood of brave Warrior Women who care and keep on fighting the righteous struggle for peace, and justice and equality!
One Cindy Sheehan is worth a thousand Condoleeza Rice's and Hilary's ( for their kind in power are even worse then men!)
I have travelled a lot, I was in Iraq, the Middle East, Africa, all over Europe, the States and my eyes have seen a lot. As a writer, journalist and poet I often have tried to give a voice to the voiceless and the silenced,
everywhere I have talked to the women, to the homeless in Johannesburg, in the shacks of Gugulethu by Capetown- up to Winnie Mandela and no matter how poor I was welcomed with a smile and they told me their story while holding my hands.
Nobody has a crystal ball to look into the future, but when we take a global vision of the NOW, we only can state that the world has NOT become a safer place, that 'democracy' has become a hollow meaning , used as a shield to cover the hidden agenda's of the warmongers and that women and children remain the most vulnerable victims.
But as we are strong, undefeatable we must keep on keeping on thinking and acting positive, cherish the love and the friendship around us and then harvest all the bright moments!