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The Restitution, the Reconstitution of the Constitution...
Restimulated by my childhood memories - POW 7 to 11 years old-
And so with middle aged perception - returned with -
prosed/poems and aqua forte drawings -
yet hoping not to wimp/limp into your consciousness on crutches of self
but to emphatically share experiences
(a sacred act in and of itself)
for are not most of us prisoners of our own skins yearning to free-
Foaming Demon Dragon
For years I had a childhood chronic nightmare
Pa just bought a new truck
for his peddling of fruits and veggies
in the fancy neighborhoods
out of "Pop's" O.T. grocery at 14th and Yesler
He, had two weeks to sell-
Bloody Hell, the landsharks
came in a thrashing!!
"Don't squeak son!
becuz the day you stop blaming
(me and) others you'll be a man..."
Yet I must speak and relate yet reach
the state of "No Blame"!
Sis sez, in one school year there would be "multi teacher exchanges"
The untrained teachers couldn't handle'em-
The whole class would go berserk-
Screaming whenever another new teacher came into the classroom-
She felt her classmates were silly and immature in their actions...
The holy words
Family, Friends and Neighbors
asked us to serve;
serve involuntarily for
the duration of the war
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1986-1996 Munio Makuuchi, including the term "Aerogami"
All photographs except where specified are copyright © 1996 Josef LaVigne