Posts Tagged ‘The Desert’
Juárez: Just One Word
Juárez. Just one word – disdained by the world, restricted by the fear that shackles her. A terror. Abandoned, scorned, forgotten. Juárez. Just one word – my heart leaps. Excitement fills the air. Anticipation. My city, my home. LOVE. Beauty. Life. Friends. Hope and anticipation of what is to come. I recently had a conversation [...]
June 2nd, 2010 by mmlindsey
Desert Crossing
I crossed the river about twenty years ago-I can’t be exact about the date, because I am still not sure what crossing really means, except that you can never come back. I just know that I crossed and now I scratch like a caged animal trying to claw my way out and reach the distant [...]
February 1st, 2010 by Matt Lindsey
Morning Sky – Poem for Juarez
Clouds of fire descend on my city,
dismantle the tension of the darkness,
silence the night-howling.
January 2nd, 2010 by Matt Lindsey
Mornings in Juarez
The world is full of miserable places. One way of living comfortably is not to think about them or, when you do, to send money. Tracy Kidder – Mountains beyond Mountains Its 5:23 and the alarm on my cell phone is set to sound its melodious tune in 7 minutes, but I have been laying [...]
September 9th, 2009 by Matt Lindsey
Irony in the Desert
Dear Child of God, if we are truly to understand that God loves all of us, we must recognize that He loves our enemies, too. God does not share our hatred, no matter what the offense we have endured. Desmund Tutu Still not sure how Chris sniped this photo; comes with his tactical training, I [...]
September 3rd, 2009 by Matt Lindsey
Seven
I can’t stand your religious meetings.
I’m fed up with your conferences and conventions. I want nothing to do with your religion projects,
your pretentious slogans and goals.
August 25th, 2009 by Matt Lindsey
Greening the Ghetto: Street Art
I have made it my business to use the green economy as a social and economic solution to poverty. I want to Green the Ghetto. Majora Carter Back in February we began writing about Greening the Ghetto here in our own neighborhood in Juarez. Sure, it is a daunting prospect, but we are continuing to dream [...]
July 31st, 2009 by Matt Lindsey
Service in the Desert
The greatest sin of political imagination is thinking there in no other way except the filthy rotten system we have today. Jesus for President This billboard says, “Serve your community”. Ambiguous and obnoxious billboards are infecting this already polluted city. Flooding the streets with more assault rifles strengthens the violence, injects more fear, closes more [...]
July 23rd, 2009 by Misty Lindsey
Everything happens…
We lack a holy rage - The ability to rage when justice lies prostrate on the streets… a holy anger about the things that are wrong in the world… To rage when little children must die of hunger when the tables of the rich are sagging with food… To rage against complacency. To restlessly seek that recklessness [...]
July 1st, 2009 by mmlindsey
12 Hours Later…
Now that you’ve grown up You can finally learn to be a child We made it to the end of the world But we’ll never make it out alive Ben Harper Sunday afternoon we had uninvited guests. Another Mexican Military check on our house and the property of Amigos. 20 soldiers went through every house [...]
January 9th, 2011 by Misty Lindsey