Running the Upper Pennisula

Head out with no cell phone coverage.

The gps of course works

early morning, no cars

the one or two houses are dark

along the side of the road

I strike up a conversation with dead porcupine

He doesn’t say anything

so I run on

On the way back, he has the company of a crow

The crow is eating breakfast

As I run by, I try again to strike up a conversation

The crow thinks I want to steal his breakfast

the porcupine again says nothing.

© words by Daniel DeMarle 2019

White gold

It’s funny

I so easily dip my spoon into the sugar bowl,

I so easily buy a candy bar,

I so easily eat some ice-cream,

eating that white gold.

 

How many black and brown bodies,

suffered, bled, and were killed,

over centuries of slavery,

to produce that white gold?

 

How many mothers never saw their children,

just so people like me,

could sweeten,

already sweet cereal?

 

Is it any wonder,

that the white gold,

that killed so many people of color,

is now killing us?

 

Is it any wonder,

that every time, I tip that spoon,

and that sugar falls,

that I see

a small drop

of

red

.

© words by Dan DeMarle 2019

To learn more read “The sugar that saturates the American diet has a barbaric history as the ‘white gold’ that fueled slavery.” 

 

Attention – Yoga is cancelled for tonight

Attention – Yoga is cancelled for tonight,

so is bowling, and tai chi, and that funny game with the sticks

we are having a crisis, no an emergency

the coffee machine broke and everyone went out

to get coffee

They found a world, out there

I saw someone take off their shoes and walk in the grass

it was freaky

Some of the men and woman were going topless

they texted they were on a drug called nature

They said they may not be back until next Tuesday

so any way Yoga is definitely cancelled

apparently due to everyone discovering there is an actual

world of trees and grass and savannas

Oh but I’d stay away from the savannas

I heard there were lions,

no, sorry, just lots of small dogs who ran away

they are living in the savannas

Ok, that’s it.

I’m off to go find some coffee,

as soon as I get these shoes off

© words by Dan DeMarle 2019

Life

There are many times I will talk to someone who will tell me that what I am talking about does not happen where they live. They will tell me that their life is easy and that their road is straight and narrow. My either spoken or unspoken answer is that, it does happen here. That if you got off that straight road, which is narrow due to the high walls that you have built or that were built for you, then you could see what is really happening, and then you could make a difference in the world. When you speed through life going 65 on that road with those walls along the shoulder, you miss so, so much. You miss life. You miss your chance to make a difference in it.

© words by Dan DeMarle 2019

Martin Luther King’s – sermon in Selma, Alabama, on 8 March 1965

“Deep down in our non-violent creed is the conviction there are some things so dear, some things so precious, some things so eternally true, that they’re worth dying for. And if a man happens to be 36 years old, as I happen to be, some great truth stands before the door of his life — some great opportunity to stand up for that which is right. A man might be afraid his home will get bombed, or he’s afraid that he will lose his job, or he’s afraid that he will get shot, or beat down by state troopers, and he may go on and live until he’s 80. He’s just as dead at 36 as he would be at 80. The cessation of breathing in his life is merely the belated announcement of an earlier death of the spirit. He died …
 
A man dies when he refuses to stand up for that which is right. A man dies when he refuses to stand up for justice. A man dies when he refuses to take a stand for that which is true.
 
So we’re going to stand up amid horses. We’re going to stand up right here in Alabama, amid the billy-clubs. We’re going to stand up right here in Alabama amid police dogs, if they have them. We’re going to stand up amid tear gas! We’re going to stand up amid anything they can muster up, letting the world know that we are determined to be free!”
 
Martin Luther King’s – sermon in Selma, Alabama, on 8 March 1965, the day after “Bloody Sunday,” on which civil rights protesters were attacked and beaten by police on the Edmund Pettus Bridge: