April 2018 – Anne's mediocre poetry

All hallowed eve

On all hallowed eve the ghouls descend from the picture perfect walls – this graveyard where the past is hanging is a gallery of echoes – pyramids of the Nile and Alabama’s cotton fields where souls are hijacked by the fluidity of words – no substance to the language of a ghoul. Men of strawContinue reading “All hallowed eve”

I might find it amusing

I might find it amusing to watch Rome fall Ii I was a Toltec or a visitor from Mars. I’d smile at every shout of greatness as they tarry off to hell, but then the iter carries me and I can only weep for once was great society rambunctious in their words turned sycophant andContinue reading “I might find it amusing”

Throw that stick

Throw that stick! Toss that stone! Your tweet belongs to you alone. The First Amendment guarantees your right to say whatever you please. So publish Wolff, and have your say- to the death I defend it to my dying day. 2018

Birds of a feather

The sparrow houses young in crevices come spring- the constant chatter is how he sparkles, and to the feeder he swarms – no fault of his own this internment on American shores. The bane of farmer and woodpecker the starling has from Europe brought a foreign sound to every native thing. The sweeping murmuration smallContinue reading “Birds of a feather”