Tuesday, 21 January 2020

Ghost Of 3 Mile Island (January 19, 2020)

On Sunday
January 12, 2020
As I awoke
An email account explodes.

Updates flash
Fast and furious
An unspecified nuclear incident
At Pickering Nuclear Generating Station.

As the crow flies
Distance of 20 km
From my apartment
To the reactors.

First thought
WTF....

Mental cobwebs
Slowly clear away
Leaving me
Stunned and anxious.

Two hours later
From first
To last update.

Whatever emergency
Had happened
It was too late
For panicking.

Grimly
Searching news sites
For clues.

Is this Canada's version
Of 3 Mile Island
In the 40+ year old
CANDU reactors?

This March
Marks 41 years
Partial core meltdown 
Of the American nuclear site.

(CANDU reactors
Use heavy water [D2O]
And unenriched uranium.

(All US commercial models
Use enriched uranium
And light water {H2O}.)

Unlike 3 Mile Island
Pickering was human error
Transmitting internal message
Externally province-wide
During one of two
Daily tests.

Ontario seeks
Maximized profits
From aging reactors
At lifecycle's end.

What point
Is public safety worth
A few billion dollars
To the health concerns
For its citizens.

As Ontario's Solicitor General 
Promises a full investigation
Into Pickering.

Never mind
Premier Ford's government
Has scrapped multiple contracts
Totalling almost $300 million (Cdn)
For wind-power generated electricity
Since June 2018.

As Ontario has
No concrete future plans
Beyond those drawn
On the back of a napkin.

Requiring years
Of research and approvals
Before the political photo op
For the groundbreaking
To whatever replaces
Pickering's reactors.

Therisa © 2020   

Author’s note: Some background information links:




Blocked & Poisoned (January 19, 2020)

H-2-O
Most precious gift:

Water.

Without which
No life can exist
On this planet.

Tainting it
Through our averse
And greedy ways
Culling countless species
With wanton waste.

Killing powerful rivers
Like the Colorado
Into muddy streams.

Failing
To reach oceans
With dams
And other needs.

As the environment
Collapses
Upon itself.

Therisa © 2020 

Friday, 10 January 2020

Fyre, Fyre (January 10, 2020)

"How can we dance when our earth is turning?
How can we sleep when our beds are burning?"

Midnight Oil, Beds Are Burning (1987)

From the safety
Of my Toronto apartment
Half a world away.

Australia's holocaust unfold
Unimaginable ferocity
And scale.

Wiping out
Millions of years
Of evolution.

There's no reversing
Extinction
Once gone - is forever. 

From New Zealand's
South Island
(About 2 000 km away)
Angry orange skies
Dominate the horizon.

Toxic fires
Burn unabated
Spewing forth gases
Accelerating climate change.

Across Australia
Pregnant women march
Concern about their health
And the unborn child
They carry.

Morrison - like Nero
Are seen fiddling their lyre
Unable to do anything
But watch.

As Australians wonder
When this Dreamtime horror
Will ever end.

Therisa © 2020  

Author's note:

Before Paradise, California, or the Australian wildfires of 2019-20, there was Fort
McMurray, Alberta. 

On May 1, 2016, the wildfire started that would, within 2 days, forced the evacuation of this
northern Alberta community of nearly 88 000 people. Which, is the operational hub for
Alberta's tar sand extraction, via pit mining. Mercifully, only 2 deaths were indirectly
linked to the fire.

Until August 2, 2016, when the fire was finally extinguished, almost 560 000 hectares
(1.46 million acres) of land was burnt. Alberta's Ministry of Natural Resources forest
firefighters, were joined by the Canadian military, Royal Canadian Mounted Police,
and other provinces' forest firefighters. Unlike Australia, Canadian forest firefighters,
are professionals and not volunteers.

The final bill, for this fire and recovery, was Cdn$9.9 billion, paid out by insurance
companies and various levels of government. I remember the national telethon,
held during prime time, on a Friday, by all of Canada's major TV networks, English
and French. Raising funds, for those without coverage and other needs.

Truthfully, Canada, as a whole, has gotten off lucky, with deaths and damage done.
Considering that 90% of the population occupies 10% of the land, nearest to the US
border. Next time, we may face a similar situation, as our Commonwealth sister,
Australia, is right now.

For the Earthweal weekly challenge : FIRE.

Saturday, 4 January 2020

A Poetic Letter To Australia (January 3, 2020)

Dear Australia;

In your time of need
You're not alone
Battling these wildfires
On your eastern coast.

Over the years
Australia has
Generously helped
Battled forest fires
In Canada.

Only wish
It was possible
To ship Lake Ontario's
Excess water.

As this freshwater
Will be released
Into the Atlantic Ocean
From the St Lawrence Seaway.

Else
Send RCN resources
If asked
Evacuating trapped citizens.

But
I don't expect
PM Morrison will do so
Given his government
Handling of this crisis.

May the Goddess'
Healing mercy
Rest on those
Facing this Herculean task
Before your nation.

As Morrison displays
His inability to lead
In a time of national crisis
With his lack of comprehension
To Australia's specific needs
And global warming.

One Australian death
Is one
Too many.

From a sincere
And thankful
Canadian.

Therisa © 2020

Saturday, 28 December 2019

Heavy Heart (December 27, 2019)

With a sad heart
I write this.

As one
Of Toronto's voices
For transgender advocacy
Is forever silenced.

On Sunday
December 22, 2019
Julie Berman (1968-2019)
Was murdered
By blunt force trauma
To her head.

Although
I've never met her
Still I grieve her death.

Toronto seems
Less safer
Since reading this.

Even though
Police have charged
A 29 year old man
With second-degree murder.

As we honour
The memories 
Of those stolen
By violence
From us.

For another year
On November 20th
Day of Transgender Remembrance.

Rest in peace
Julie.

Your fallen torch 
Shall be picked up
By new hands
Carrying it forward. 

Therisa © 2019  

Author’s note: https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/toronto/julie-berman-toronto-trans-dead-1.5409429

I know, it's not of my better poems, but I needed to share.

Complicated (December 27, 2019)


I sit
On the bed's edge
Soulsearchin'
For that missing part
Deep within.

Clasping my face
Tears flow
Into darkness.

Personally
Held Satan's hand
A broken wretch
Before His feet.

Seeking guidance
After cast aside
Damned to Hell
By God's followers.

In sharing
My truth.

Told - have to pay
For my "cure"
By a family member.

When I sought love
And support.

Finding only
Ignorance and fear
In return.

Having played
By the rules
You've set.

Costing me 
My everyday life
And mental health.

Struggling
To rebuild myself
In my own image.

Never sure
If I'm reading
The proper manual.

Forced to improvise
What it means
To be female.

In these transitional times
I find myself
Living in.

Therisa © 2019 

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