The merchants of war but I love the world issue decrees, how it used to be when sycophants plot Continue reading “The ghouls conspire/ The women gather”
Author Archives: Anne Birkam
Hymn
The only truth that I can see in this thing called history is man’s inhumanity to man and mothers on the outside looking in as their children are taken far too young from their never ending love. Despair is common in this world beset by human sin it is easier to sink and drown thanContinue reading “Hymn”
The times we live in
There is always a bite to looking different whether mild habanero or sharp like the ghost the flesh is game to be dragged across man-made barriers invisible to nature which never divides the difference. The twitting of words that brings out groans is a venom that looms over language profound, the poet can but wanderContinue reading “The times we live in”
Song for Mitch
If I could give you anything it would be a world filled with toads and frogs hopping all around you, warts and all everything amphibian is what I wish for you – I leave the leaves in winter so spring can bring the croak and hop this I do for you, hoppity hop. TheContinue reading “Song for Mitch”
Halloween poem
When careless evil in the minds of men harpoons any good, the women are beaten the children are strewn like moss upon the earth unrooted detached, a life without the living souls transformed to ghosts. Inner monsters lurk around each hallowed feast intent on burial of wisdom into the deep. Blindness oversees theContinue reading “Halloween poem”
All in
How do you keep from weeping at the break of an eagle’s wing? Where does your compass take you when the wretched bring you grief? Why would the howling cease when nature is bowdlerized? What can you do when power remains remote to a people ignored? Let me be your port when the sea respondsContinue reading “All in”
Grifting
Fie! Remarks a peasant – the need to deify kings of blood or those intent to be crowned – buffoons are loath to see the mirror’s image which doesn’t lie, but kings not anointed wish for deification despite the peasant shouting fie. Galileo’s telescope opens the door to a reality the pious would deny. WithContinue reading “Grifting”
Circling
In the summer of our discontent poison ivy whispers upon the skin – take me with you brother – and so begins the wallowing in heat without the water’s edge. All the sky and water and earth are nothing but a shadow of a mother who paints us with love anyways, for cruelty lies inContinue reading “Circling”
Malignant normalcy
“Until the lions have their own historians, the history of the hunt will always glorify the hunter.” African proverb A duck is not a goose quack, quack. Call it what it is quack, quack. We stood on the old stone steps, my sister and I, steps that watched over Lake Huron and there she was,Continue reading “Malignant normalcy”
Channeling Langston Hughes
Exhaustion is my mantra when bullies are deified, and the very word itself is redefined. Let us take a peeler – free the orange from rind, perhaps the hate will dissipate, turning into kind.
Anne's mediocre poetry 