Haiti still needs your help

My teacher is heading out to Haiti on February 17. I am looking for donations to send over there with her. One of the major airliners is offering to ship everything over there free of charge. Their biggest need right now are sleeping bags and tents. The homes in Haiti were completely destroyed and the rain season is coming up quickly. They barely recovered from previous storms when the earthquake hit. Most people are sleeping amongst the rubbish and rubble. It would be nice to offer some of them, especially those with children, a sense of personal space and privacy during their great hour of need. Many bodies are still being moved and discovered, lying out in the streets. Having a small tent to shield their eyes from the situation even for a short amount of time can be of great comfort. I am sure blankets, tarps, airbeds, airpumps would also be acceptable sunstitutes, even if it is just a children's tent. Other important items we deeply needed are
cold medicine (for adults, children and infants)
diarrhea medicine (for adults, children, and infant)
saline
pedialyte
enfamil
Diapers (for adults and children of all sizes accepted)
feminine pads, tampons, and hygenic products
Here is a list of other supplies needed:
1st aide tape
adult allergy medicine
antacids
eye wash — Visine
grocery bags, the kind form Stop & Shop — as many as possible.
measuring things for dispensing — ml or oz
kids Tylenol
chewable vitamins for kids
bone setting things: casts, etc.
needles, catheters, etc.
If you want to help, you can contact the church directly at (860) 242-4660, or you can contact Creedible at tsimmons@creedible.com and we will be happy to pick up your donations and deliver them to the church. You can also join the Good Samaritan’s Rebuilding Fund facebook page. Here is a link to my teacher's website to prove this is legitimate. Anything you can do to help is appreciated. http://www.creedible.com/blog1/supplies-needed-haiti/ Volunteers will continue to go to Haiti in weekly shifts for an entire year. Please remember to these people are helpless and could benefit from our abundance. We will be grateful to receive your support over the next
year to help turn this disaster around.

-Jessenia Cintron

You’re so cold now

By Stasia Mihaly

You are so cold now You’re hands no longer hold the warmth they used to You’re hair, it’s gone But the daily trips have done you no harm

They shove the needle in your wrinkly chest They leave so many bruises on your already worn body You have lost so much weight You’re pants, they stay up with your suspenders and your belt And still, I see you pulling them up

You pull it off as if nothing fazes you Because you’re strong, or you’re supposed to be But deep down I can see it I can see it eating away at you

Secret Society

By Wade Tarzia

So few of us seem to exist
that we wink out like fireflies,
radar reporting ghosts, suggestions
of objects here or not.

"Yes, I have read
Tristram Shandy..."
a voice insinuated, a dream inserted,
through a Devonshire fog.
In the essay piles they shine
like secret fairy signs drawn
on walls of mossy forest stones.

“Hey, I found Moby Dick and
read it in three days….
but don't tell anyone."
Reaching out hands
for the secret handshake,
I nod, speak a code word, then seek
sudden safety in the crowd,
my back seen escaping,
newspaper thrust ordinarily under arm,
as spy films teach.

Mad folk hear voices, so
I’m mad. In between
"When is it due... why so many...
I don’t have time... when’s the exam..."
I am tuning in to whispers of joy and fear --
"I am ready... I have read...
That author you mentioned who...
I could not stop...
I felt the character’s hunger,
and I had to eat..."

Beware.
They will find us if they know.
We will be
absorbed.

Make the secret sign and I will see.
Make brief eye contact,
wear grays and greens to fade out anywhere,
and know
in the in-betweens we’ll foster worlds,
in the vacuum of space we’ll breathe
the quantum froth,
and if anyone finds us there
they’ll be (you know).

Bound

By Jessenia Cintron

Bound…
Bound…
Bound…
Why am I Bound in this man made prison?
Why am I a slave to this imperfect system?
Hog tied with no escape in sight
Bound by my words
Bound by my actions
Bound by circumstances
My hands are trapped now
Because my mind is bound
Poisoned to be a part of the world around me
Though no one could possibly care less about me
Bound was what I never sought to be
Being bound was what I carried in my mentality
I will free my mind
So that no one can bind my hands again
And when I attain my freedom once more I will share my new unbound destiny