No Service Here

by Kathy Powers

April 30, 2018

Where will we go

To get our food stamps?

Where will we go?

Follow the rules.

 

Where can we go to?

Where is the person

Who tells us if we live or die?

 

When did this happen?

We got no notice.

Why did this happen?

We need some answers.

 

Is there an answer

In our new chaos

That tells us if we’ll live or die?

 

Where do we go?

How will we get there?

We have no bus fare?

How can we go?

 

Pushed to the edge of

Chicago’s west side

Six miles across the city

 

Where does the truth lie?

How can we live?

How will we die?

Tell us why!

 

Tell us where!

Tell us how!

Tell us why!

Tell us why!

The State of Illinois moves the site of the Department of Human Services office in Uptown from the far northeast side to the far northwest side. This make State human services inaccessible to many beneficiaries.

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Moving From “Not Me” To The Courage And Love Of Solidarity

A Voice

http://ilsinglepayer.org/article/moving-not-me-courage-and-love-solidarity

Jan 27 2018

I am writing to ask you to join me in building a movement for respect and dignity and the human right to health and sanctity of life.

I moved back to LA on Labor Day weekend, after more than six years (again) in Chicago.  It was my second weekend in LA—Saturday, September 9th.  I had just left a meeting of Democratic Socialists of America’s healthcare committee when I encountered a hospital patient half naked in a wheelchair, medical bracelet strapped around his left arm, dying on the sidewalk in the late summer heat wave.

I joined the Healthcare Committee because I support the human right to health.  If we let our neighbors die, if we turn our heads to others suffering, it is only a matter of time before we become callous, hardened, cold, and indifferent.  We roll up our windows; everything is fine, as…

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Honduras: Resistance, Repression, and Refugees

Scary times, and from my viewpoint, scarier sill because the MAGA regime mirrors this behavior in the Good Ole USA!

A Voice

I traveled to Honduras as an international human rights observer with La Voz de Los de Abajo to document rights violations during the November 26, 2017 national election.

As a labor, peace, human, and civil rights organizer in the United States, I’ve seen a wide range of elections and political assemblies.  The level of fraud, conflict, and intimidation I have seen across the United States for the past twenty years is nothing compared to the degree of political conflict I witnessed in eight days in Honduras.

Honduras

In 2009, the Honduran military kidnapped the elected President of Honduras, Manuel “Mel” Zayala, and flew him to a US military airstrip on Honduran territory, and then out of the country; it was a Coup d’état.  Congressman Juan Orlando Hernandez (JOH), leader of the Nationalist Party, which held a congressional majority, voted to remove “Mel” Zayala from office.  Coup supporters argued that…

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Interview with Matthew Lawler

Interview with Matthew, apoet for all times

Madness Muse Press

Interview with Matthew Lawler

Matthew J. Lawler is a poet and Chicago original. He grew up on the Northwest Side of the city (Irving/Albany Park) and began scrawling poems on napkins while walking home from Von Steuben High School in Albany Park. He has been published in numerous journals, including, Sick Lit Magazine, The Miscreant, Caravel, Tuck, Visual Verse, Dissident Voice, Scarlet Leaf Review, Eunoia Review, Spillwords, and Peeking Cat Magazine. He was recently published in the anthology “Illinois’s Best Emerging Poets,” put out by Z Publishing. His work has  also been made into videopoems. His writing is both narrative and philosophical. He can be found performing at various open mics throughout Chicago. You can also find more of his work on Facebook at www.facebook.com/matthewjlawlerpoet or Instagram @poetmjl


Q: When did you start writing?

A: Originally I started writing raps in the 7th grade.  I grew up in the golden era…

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