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In science news …

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While working on a cartoon for this blog about an HIV “vaccine” I felt a little déjà vu — like I had drawn something like this long ago. Digging through some old folders (this is why it’s good to keep journals, diaries and notebooks) I discovered a little cartoon that I had done in high school, and that was actually printed in a 1985 Brooklyn Tech HS newspaper. Here is my new cartoon:

theo-science

and here is the cartoon I drew in 1985.

aidspope

I guess some things never change. Like cruel religious dogmas.

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Shaping the sands

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Looking at

       a postcard

            of the Parthenon

                   I remember that

              we have scuttled

                along the

                    sand enough

                         to leave a

                             line like

                                 a desperate crab

                                dancing in

                           the momentary

                       sunlight.

                          Knowing that

                              the waves

                                    are coming back

                                       does not deter us

                                    from the stories

                               that we carry

                          like our shell,

                       protecting us

                    from being

                 homeless

             or lost.

 

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american, latino, poetry, writing

Let’s agree to this

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Now that we are all connected

can we declare once and for all

and forever ever that

what works best for me

may not be right for everyone else?

And that the same is true of you (plural)

and all your beliefs (super plural)

 

That maybe you’re part exotic cactus

that grows only on the rocky coasts of Aruba

and I am half moss from a crooked alley in Brooklyn.

 

That maybe looking out at the ocean

terrifies me the same way that you

can’t seem to warm up to chain link fences.

 

What I’m saying is that we should

agree that our own private histories

written on earth as events,

and stored in ourselves as memories,

twisted and told and encoded

as proteins genetically,

have manifested in ways

that affect how we

take shit in.

 

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