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About Street roots. (Portland, OR) 1998-current | View Entire Issue (Sept. 1, 2017)
Street Roots • September 1-7, 2017 Poetry Democracy, With Surety Isolation By Heath Cleaveland By Kim Trano To be driven, a bonny way to be indeed; The tread of soles not requisite for transport From A to B or, to tack to a course quite Different, the soul instead makes their soles Pattern indelibly there to be read by all whose Hearts are sure to reach into a bag of news and Find these acts have purely made impressions Which will not fade from thought of minds on Tour in this life, one of strife, the knife, the door. Habits formed, deleting norms, a driven pasttime Born of tasting thorns when nourishment was sought, Fills the habituated crew, Lieber’s depersonalized Few, growing in number day by day, for those who Doubt routine is nothing worth reaping with the holy rod, Think again. Our brothers from places remote, where The right to vote is like the right to sow seeds in Another’s garden, just might experience the need to Fight in these lands for the mere luck to be themselves. Isolation in a crowded bus the pit of my stomach knots Are people able to see beyond my shell I know they can tell I’ve lost my soul I go home, no voicemail, plants need water my cat doesn’t even respond Am I on this plant? Who am I? The milk is curdled, it too was left alone to long Just like the memories stuck in my heart but I cannot say for fear of a total meltdown These words are lodged in my brain : I am afraid of you : I am afraid I’m not good enough : I am scared : I need you But I stop myself because you may condemn me you may not like me you may say I am worthless And I would believe you Laugh at Yourself by Aileen McPherson A long day out, with friends scurrying here and there see bareback horses fair fresh clean air rolling hills we stride, back to a van underside, driveshaft compromised Repair, rejuvenate, arise, alive, Onward now thirty miles, glide home greeted by motherly smile, pom fluffy snow cold wet nose licking toes, down the throat pepsi goes Jokes toes laugh so hard out nose Laughter laughter in the air, boy that burns, let’s not do that again my dear. A ccom plishm ent by Daniel Cox I see the misery on nameless faces Who dwell on the streets Cast away from a broke society Only a few have a glimmer of hope. For those who dwell on the street. Did you serve in the Armed Forces and are experiencing I * I or at risk of At Health Share, we believe good health is more than what happens inside your doctor's office. Good health starts in your community and includes staying active, eating healthy food and getting regular check-ups. Share your healthy habits with family and friends. We can all have better health when we share it together. becoming Transition Projects homeless? health Better health together. www.healthshareoregon.org
