Water in Chicago
October 1, 2018Poem by Ayla Goktan
Every ‘I,’ every eye, is political
Every ‘I,’ every eye, is political
Throughout Kinshasa, people told me, ‘No camera,’ but at the hospital, individual people seemed to have lost their integrity of self.
She works part time at a dog daycare facility, where she attempts to learn the language of her people.
She’s staring dreamily at the bronze figures, life-size, in full gallop, cascading from their marble pedestal.
It is an easy though mentally challenging hike that affords excellent views of the Chevron Refinery.
Einstein said, 'Pure mathematics is, in its way, the poetry of logical ideas.'
Over my coffee I read that John Hoke’s dead, and outside our problems multiply.