All the world resides in a grain of sand bound to bring discomfort when wet upon the skin. Venomous face whether punched or body slammed the words keep on twitting no breath for the living to catch – it is a feat for ladies mulling over tea. All the world will wash through a grainContinue reading “All the world resides”
Category Archives: Activism
Long haul drivers
When hate steps out from behind the door, the ever-talking troll spills venom with each line. He seeks to infect you – reader, with comments unbeknownst to library shelves. Take a stroll down each aisle and peruse each source – you’ll see. Where to follow lonesome star, protection from demons and gizzards and spies? BlueContinue reading “Long haul drivers”
Tiny acts of rebellion
It starts with Antigone – heroine renown, old Creon did not stop her, respect of hallowed ground wove through her soul and brought death into healing – this tragedy is told, sorrow lends an ear the minstrel sings the song. Her words are words of Biblical psalms. Rebel, rebel he knew the score – harkeningContinue reading “Tiny acts of rebellion”
When the students marched
When the students marched to merely stay alive, sad death awoke the slumber of troll lying in the murk and like the proverbial long-lived cat he came back with thunderbolt. His eyes gape wide and round and land upon a child – she wise beyond his braggadocio. The lurker tries to silence Emma and David’sContinue reading “When the students marched”
From Russia with love
“I think I’d get along very well with Vladimir Putin. I just think so,” Trump said in one of his first comments about the Russian leader since launching his presidential bid last June. 7/31/2015 The poet’s corner rests in the line where mothers wait, any word will do – does he live or is heContinue reading “From Russia with love”
While you were sleeping
My mother sits beside me, I warm her hands with mine, her eyelids close in sleep – her memory is lost in better times. The 1930’s were dark – but from this darkness came a deal for the ages. The farmhouse of her youth was reached by the REA*. The mother of my youth, knowsContinue reading “While you were sleeping”
The gentle earth is hidden
The gentle earth is hidden when neurons run around; the junco and the goldfinch have disputed Niger’s perch; no hunger is abated when instinct makes a push, and then the Cheshire smile awaiting brings paw to claw and so we watch as dirt meets bone alas, forever more. The cats who owned me stayed insideContinue reading “The gentle earth is hidden”
A never ebbing sea
He waits upon an empty bench- the man who does not see. He calls in toneless syllables- the man who will not hear. He shudders at the changing youth- the man who cannot learn. He leaves the fair before it begins- the man who will not try. What of these men who live yet die?Continue reading “A never ebbing sea”
The poet ponders
I keep looking for the switch that will turn the dark to light, a desperate flight of common sense has left me desolate. You kneel in silence, and I will kneel in prayer – let racism jet off somewhere else. Perhaps to a mountain’s cliff, icy and cold where it will shiver and fold likeContinue reading “The poet ponders”
Requiem redux
At the steps of Washington they stood- the people. I was with them, nothing but a marionette life in this sweet land. Instead of a preface Can you describe this? Yes I can* If in the distant future this aunt still resides in the mitten shaped from ice – if she is still here andContinue reading “Requiem redux”
Anne's mediocre poetry 