These poems depict a journey through a dark landscape, where the political and personal are fused into a geography of disinformation, sex, betrayal and deadly technology. Phelan has produced verbal "snapshots" of a subterranean war-- with fronts in Los Angeles as well as Fallujah-- where the only defense is one's integrity and the stakes may be life itself.
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Something Broke in the Making
This year I watch the sun somersault
across the double crossed sky
knowing that it is only this optical illusion
which drives the planet
in its phantasm of progress
and that the earth's movement
It's been spinning this way
since it first arced out
from the primordial effervescence
into this broken and unbreakable
It just happened this way.
The eons drift by
like bemused galactic Olympians
The earth is peopled,
unpeopled, peopled again
with much drama, bugling
and marching around
But this is just the way it happened.
in the making.
Things got stuck this way
like a video game on instant replay.
I'm getting hungry for the perspective
that only unconsciousness will bring.
Yes, he hurt me.
He hurt me so badly it may never, ever heal.
Do you care?
Of course not.
Why should you?
This is the place
where these things happen.
Just try to make sure
they don't happen to you.
On my way to the mall
I step over something darkening
by the curb
realizing hours later
it was the body of the beloved.
I'm weighed down
with everything I cannot leave behind.
One can't survive this place.
It is getting harder each day
to make the essential journey.
Sometimes, it almost seems as if things may come
to a crux soon
a breaking point
an unspeakable crescendo of ineffable light
transporting us beyond form into formlessness
and purifying this broken place
into a more perfect union
But that was how it all began
and we all know
that will never happen
Last Updated (Wednesday, 06 March 2013 22:00)
Conservator seeks to overturn court's ruling that man can keep his own house
A San Bernardino probate judge recently denied a highly unusual petition to revoke a 28 year- old notarized and recorded deed of sale and to return the property into the estate of the seller. In a stunningly bold move, the petitioner, conservator Melodie Scott, has moved for another trial on this matter.
This case potentially redefines the very concept of property ownership and as such may be seen as a precedent setting case. (http://www.activistpost.com/2012/12/landmark-asset-seizure-case-to-be-heard.html)
The revocation of the deed of sale was sought by the conservator of an elderly woman, Lois Risse, who nearly three decades ago sold her home to a friend of hers, Glenn Neff, with the understanding that she could live in the house—rent free—for the rest of her life. Lois Risse was in her early seventies at the time of the sale.
Fast forward to 2012. Risse, then 101 years old, was being preyed on financially by a bevy of individuals who were accessing her bank accounts, buying vehicles with her money and apparently even living in her house, robbing her under the pretext of caring for her.
When Melodie Scott (http://www.supremelaw.org/cc/care/The%20War%20on%20the%20Vulnerable.2.htm) was appointed Risse’s guardian by Judge Michael Welch in San Bernardino Superior Court, she inherited a Pandora's Box of predation and financial abuse which had greatly reduced the size of Risse's estate.
At that point, Scott made some legally questionable decisions. Rather than filing police reports against the people who appear to have taken off with over $70,000 of Risse's assets, she chose to try to persuade a judge to revoke the deed of sale to Risse's friend, Glenn Neff. Neff, who now lives in Northern California, has been maintaining the property and paying the taxes and insurance on the Yucaipa home. Scott has made it clear that she wishes to get a reverse mortgage on the property in order to pay for her services as Risse's guardian.
Last Updated (Tuesday, 05 March 2013 10:32)
I roll over in the earth
as the leaves ferment
and twigs return to root
as the skies blanch
and the ground begins to fracture
and break apart
under the pressure of its own history
and the earth is captured
by something other than earth
I turn and turn/like a sleeper
like a swimmer underground
That which my earth eyes
heavy with mulch/cannot see
that which holds captive
this spinning ball of earth and sea
spun by lies and criss-crossed
by bandwidth and radar
That which holds me, darkly
in its invisible cradle
now invades my sleep
and I turn like a sleeper
rising towards the dream.
Holes in the Chris Dorner story--what really happened?
I join host Johnny English on Broken Man Radio to discuss some of the peculiar aspects of cop turned alleged cop-killer Chris Dorner. There are too many aspects of this story that don't add up for us to accept the official story on its face. Is this getting to be a pattern?
Landmark Asset Seizure Case to be heard in SB Court
UPDATE COMING SOON.....
A San Bernardino County judge will preside over a case this coming January which has massive implications for the future of property rights.
Last Updated (Friday, 25 January 2013 13:44)