سلام!حالت چطوره؟
من دوست دارم که یک روز ایران رو ببینم
به مردم ایران است ، من برادر خود را
مرگ بر همه ستمگران از مردم ایران ، چه آن شاه یا رهبر
مرگ بر دیکتاتور
I walk, and I see the world. Talking to no one Like a silent storm. Thinking of things to do And say Waiting on a train platform. Nobody knows who I am. Invisible cameras follow my footsteps My boots, in...
The streets So crowded Like some Revived ancient fleet Swept back from the dead A bell came ringing Like a telepathic human alarm sounded I saw numbers in the street Painted bright red I saw the...
A dead party is crashing through the floor In the middle of a church is the darkness Prying open a door In the wilderness of town A girl is plunging headfirst through the window Though she said She didn't...
I just wanted those who read my blog to know that I have just published a short book of verse entitled "The Refrigerator List of Mr. Jones" (2010) and it is available at the following site: http://www.lulu.com/jallenwood/ And know--it is...
Who is the first to cry Over a flood of spoiled meat When we've buttoned up their coats and flak-jackets Who is willing to die in the street When you're passing up the barracks In a comfortable seat Seeing the roadside isn't...
When I was about 18 and in college, I assumed that things would just work a certain way, and that a road would just unveil itself and invite me to follow it. To beg me. "Please, Mr. Wood, we need...
I have no idea what I watched yesterday. I felt a creepy feeling as I watched. I recognized many of the faces. I recognized the words, the place, and even the backdrop felt familiar. But all put together, in the...
Sometimes I think I am Donald Draper. Sometimes playing it cool and knowing more than I actually do gets me through a few moments, until I realize that nothing is actually ever certain. Sometimes a church is a...
(This was written in response to a post about poems. For those who missed it, I repost it here:) In arabic and persian, I want to rite out: America, is the hope of the world.The schoolhouses, domes and pillars are...
"This, Be Our Land" A poem by Joe Wood (2010) I had a memory, of a land a'plenty The men a'working, the women talking I had a nightmare, the world was ending This land was made for you...
After a certain amount of time, almost everybody who loves politics or government or social causes loses not interest--but faith in the system. At some points we have believed in our lives that this guy was "our guy"--that he would...
I remember the night in early 2008, waiting in a line that stretched for 5 blocks. People all excited. Freezing temperatures. 20,000 of us, waiting to see our man. His speech was electrifying; I was seeing Lincoln, RFK, Malcolm X. ...
The Obama administration--namely Secretary Tom Vilsack--made a huge blunder by not handling this sensitive issue with care and discretion. Any White House official, and any administration official--who took the ball and simply rolled it without asking questions, digging, or fact-checking--is guilty...
I believe, at some point, every good person has drempt of the perfect heist, the perfect getaway--because for most good people life is tedious, boring, dull--and somehow we know there is a more exciting life to be led,...
This is going to be my last entry. You guys at TPMcafe have really been great and wonderful kindred spirits, especially at my darkest of struggles. Thank you for being there, all of you. I have realized that...
I was thinking that in keeping with the Cafe's more personal touch in recent days, perhaps someone should recognize that personal testaments and sharing thoughts and feelings is not an obstacle to political power--but a privileged path to it. The greatest political...
Well, I'll tell you. I should have been a pair of old shoes that you wear and then throw away so drive my weathered soul into the mud at least I'll be used I guess some shoes are never shined...
The title is not rhetorical. I have no damn idea, even as I write this, why we constantly focus on race, racism, white black, etc. We act like we are somehow light years beyond where we once were. But by...
If I support Gay Rights, am I being hateful to Marriage? If I am pro-black, am I anti-white? If I fly the Confederate flag, am I a racist? Well, to some people yes. But I am guessing they...