Congo Visit

by Belinda MunozJanuary 23, 2012

My bags are packed. In a few hours, I’ll be on my way to the eastern Democratic Republic of Congo — dubbed as the rape capital of the world by a U.N. Special Representative. In the DRC today, 48 occurrences of rape take place every hour. “The message is important and clear: Rape in [Congo] [...]

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Can We Make the World a Better Place?

by Belinda MunozJanuary 20, 2012

I stumbled on this quirky book of quotes called Women Know Everything the other day. I’ve been working with a lot of women for many years, so I’m not one to dispute this statement. Consider the fact that women typically don’t start wars or blow up buildings. Instead, women give life. Women know tips and [...]

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Dreaming, Wishing, Then What?

by Belinda MunozJanuary 11, 2012

All good things, they say, never last.
It had to end. The holiday state of mind, that is. City-dwellers know that feeling when giant pine trees begin to look smaller and smaller in the rear view mirror as hints of civilization slowly appear up ahead then tract homes and big box stores come [...]

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Choosing to Embrace Another Year

by Belinda MunozJanuary 3, 2012

The new year is upon us and, as is the case each year, regardless of how excited I am about it, there’s always someone out there to remind us that it’s just like any ordinary date in the human-made Gregorian calendar and any hoopla that surrounds it is merely manufactured and not filled with powers, [...]

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Learning the Science and Limitlessness of Giving

by Belinda MunozDecember 22, 2011

I have found that among its other benefits, giving liberates the soul of the giver.
~ Maya Angelou
I love the holiday season!
It’s a bold statement coming from someone who starts bellyaching weeks out about not being prepared for all the activity the holidays entail. As if I need weeks to prepare for parties, none [...]

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Ace of Hearts

by Belinda MunozDecember 12, 2011

Ace was a mainstay in my neighborhood. He often sat just outside my front door on a small patch of cemented pavement covering the spot where a cherry tree once stood.
He was a little bit goth, a little bit rock and roll and a lot unkempt in appearance. He had reddish hair and [...]

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Hunger

by Belinda MunozDecember 5, 2011

Inches apart yet worlds away
we hide behind invisible walls
all the while yearning to know and be known.
The cure for isolation is connection,
we peel the layers of our contradictions.
Mysteries of human nature
swirling in cosmic conundrum
inspire a silent prayer
for uncomplicated hunger
that bread and wine can satisfy.
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for Magpie Tales
image is titled Lunch, George Tooker, 1964, Columbus Museum of [...]

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Look Again

by Belinda MunozNovember 28, 2011

At first glance,
putresced bricks evoke
gray and gloom.
Look again.
Rainbow colors, maybe more,
await unearthing.
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Another shadorma (sestet following a 3.5.3.3.7.5 syllabic structure) inspired by Tess Kincaid’s Magpie Tales. Click here for more perspective-enhancing interpretations of the image above.

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On Truth

by Belinda MunozNovember 16, 2011

Powerbrokers with muscles on steroids
bulldoze their way across the field
crossing lines,
burning bridges
leaving wreckage along the path.
Power tools with deafening boom
muffle the cries,
bury the stench.
Stunning display of moral corruption
hides the black and white beneath illusions of gray.
A pile of confusion,
a swirl of questions,
still,
the rubble of lies has a way
of exposing the truth.
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I’m not prepared to make [...]

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The Fabric

by Belinda MunozNovember 8, 2011

The fabric is vast and textured.
Its thread, vibrant with color, is uneven,
knotted and frayed as though the loom
of its weaving is made of soft rubber that gives.
Its origin is unknown. One who looks
will find a side, an angle or a point yet its
ongoing narrative connects only to more fabric.
Its surface is filled with holes — [...]

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