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Leslie McClintock

61 years old

I've been a poet as long as I can remember.  I have an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Montana (1976) and loved the time I spent there.  I've been an activist all my life and have worked in the field of domestic and sexual violence for 25 years but am now retired.  I'm the mom of 3, grandma of 2, with another on the way.  I want my grandchildren to live in a better, not a worse, world than we've created for them to this point, especially under Bush, though it looks grim at the moment. But I  believe in the power of language and especially of poetry to tell the deepest truths and make lasting emotional connections among people.  I believe that poetry has the power to heal in a world that is broken.


Fourteen School Children Murdered in Kabul

Fourteen School Children, Murdered in Kabul

Glossy magazine photo shows
flawless curvature
of spine, model
at a spa,
hot
round
black
stones
placed from
curve of neck
to coccyx.
In Kabul
this morning,
fourteen
children,
eight to ten
years old,
walking to
school the last
day of term are
blown up
by a suicide bomber.
Grainy AP photo shows
one textbook fanned
open on the road,  
sandal, still buckled.
They are not shown
  vertebra by vertebra,
                          stone by stone.

—Leslie McClintock


Prayer for Susan Tsvangirai

Susan Tsvangirai, your name is beautiful.
Morgan Tsvangirai, your name is beautiful.
Susan Tsvangirai, when your death was announced
on the radio today, it was impossible not to cry out.
The lorry, the news said, swerved into your lane,
into the third car in the caravan,
the car you were riding in, the third car.
Impossible not to cry out.
The news said Robert Mugabe hurried to the     hospital
to pay his respects.
The news said high government officials from Robert Mugabe’s party
hurried to the hospital
to pay their respects.
Where you, Morgan Tsvangirai,
the news said had just been made aware your wife was dead.
From such spare facts half and more a world away
Impossible not to cry out.

The news said

Mai Tsvangirai Vanofa Mushure Metsaona yeMotokari
Asi VaTsvangirai vanonzi havana kukuvara zvakanyanya mutsaona yatora mudzimai wavo.

The news said

Mai Tsvangirai Vanofa Mushure Metsaona yeMotokari
Asi VaTsvangirai vanonzi havana kukuvara zvakanyanya mutsaona yatora mudzimai wavo.

UNkosikazi Susan Tsvangirai Ufela Engozini Yemota
UTsvangirai yena ubikwa elimele kakubi engozini le enzakalele eChivhu ngolweSihlanu lapho imota ekade ehamba ngayo engqikilane khona lenkalakatha ye lori

The news said

Zimbabwe Mourns Death of Susan Tsvangirai, PM's Wife, In Highway Crash    
Sources within the party who declined to speak on the record expressed suspicions about the incident in which the tractor-trailer swerved from the oncoming lane into the three-car convoy in which the Tsvangirais were traveling

Susan Tsvangirai, I am so sorry
Morgan Tsvangirai, I am so sorry
Tsvangirai children, I am so sorry
People of Zimbabwe, I am so sorry

Half a world away and then some
I pray for you, honor your courage,
and your sacrifice.
I pray that justice is more swift
than merciful.

             —Leslie McClintock


Blue Angels

Blue Angels

Navy planes, Blue Angels,
Navy Pier. I wonder if from
Oprah’s tower she watches us down
here. We splash with Nicholas
in the fountain, little hedonist,
how I love him.
Navy planes, Blue Angels,
over Navy Pier, dressed up for us
in dress blues, berserker, shrieking
harpies, valkries, hounds from hell, our
dare-devil, devil-may-care, barrel-roll, split-
second, spit-and-polish, fly girls and boys,
up from Pensacola on a lazy August Sunday
with their white contrails and blue toys.
Half a century back, half-mad, muttering,
sleepless Lyndon Johnson.  Viet Nam.
These are not his bombers,
these dressed-up, tricked-out
Hornets, or his problem.

Take a pew.
Bob Newhart, our beloved shrink,
bronzed cultural icon,  
Oprah’s window glints, the topmost one,
Obama’s speeches glitter in the sun,
our Navy puts its best foot forward,
and its best show on.

Half a world away, Iraq.
Half a world away, Afghanistan.

—Leslie McClintock


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