Prison Years

Dust

Sometimes we would argue over
who left who first…

Where once we dried and tore the lettuces
That, tossed with oils from France,
Would complement the pheasant we had hunted,
The unused dining table gathers dust
And Jaime begs haphazard meals with friends.

Where wood stove warmth and fresh cut Christmas tree
Surprised your brother’s heart
With what the daily life of love had made,
The only friend who braves the hip-high weeds
Ignores my shame while you pretend we’re fine.
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About Katherine Power

I didn’t set out to be a terrorist. As a student activist, I moved from protesting the war in Viet Nam to waging guerrilla war to overthrow the government….
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Recent and Upcoming Appearances & Publications
3/12/19 Peace, Justice and Transformation, Parallel Conference to the UN Commission on the Status of Women, 777 United Nations Plaza, NYC
11/13/18 A Journey from Guerrilla to Grandmother, Lifelong Learners: An Independent Collaborative, Temple Shir Tikva, 141 Boston Post Road, Wayland, MA 01778
10/10/18 Provincetown Women’s Week Reading from Doing Time:Papers from Framingham Prison, AMP, 432 Commercial Street, Provincetown, MA
4/6-9/2018 The Nature of Change, Radical Imagination Conference, Oregon State University, Corvallis, OR
1/15/2014 Complexity and Social Change, Occupy Radio
10/31/2013 Surrender, Oregon State University, Corvallis, OR
10/25/2013 Surrender, Taos Community Theater, Taos, NM

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