Can you imagine it? Littlebrown skinned children evadingthe sharp eyes of the Texasgovernor giving all those legislatorsCovid, yes those little devils,challengers of walls and all things thatinjure wildlife roam the stateCapitol in this, the hottest ofwars Mister patriotic, friend ofthe KGB, (well formerly), seems toget a kick out of blamingchildren – poor children that is,sinceContinue reading “Checkpoint Charlie*”
Category Archives: Poverty
Cups running over
It has always been the age – hasn’t it, when children are raped and pay for it with a nod to sorrow. The guzzlers then move on with laws that punish vessels. You would think perhaps in the world of new, whether York or Orleans, we could see our way through the rage that strikesContinue reading “Cups running over”
Of teargas and borders
It is ever the poor we blame, the precipice on which they stand requires a nudge and a shrug and then we can turn to the reeling – our spider lives mask this visage of ourselves, the spinning of webs of conspiracy, the jumping from hoax to hoax, the fox has become the hunter, cunningContinue reading “Of teargas and borders”
I will not normalize evil
Dred Scott pled before us, and Plessy stood his ground, history is so ominous when it massages the ego of difference. The old boys required blinders on our eyes when they lashed the African to a funeral pyre. I live in a sad sad country where children become brides, they tell you it doesn’t happen,Continue reading “I will not normalize evil”
The popcorn strand upon the tree
The popcorn strand upon the tree, a Christmas once we knew- as children this was life. Brother Johnny off to war he went – the world has corners far for dreamers. And sister Sally studies long and hard – her future in the bag. Granny sits by fireside, remembering that once filled life. Sad JohnnyContinue reading “The popcorn strand upon the tree”
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”
Stealing metaphors
Beware the use of adjectives, the holiest of gowns. They turn your nouns chameleon, when Barnum comes to town. The noun is self-sufficient when it tells you lie from truth. The conjurer will mix them with gold and silver, ruth- less in redefining the language to fit his needs. Entitlement becomes the unearned benefit andContinue reading “Stealing metaphors”
Chronicling the abyss
Dante anteceded Don Quixote when he probed the depths of hell. Each circle brought him deeper through the deadly sins of yore. Sweet wife of George, not Beatrice, centers the life I lead, and while she slept profligacy managed to reemerge. America’s sad tale of take and take from the labor of the hoi polloiContinue reading “Chronicling the abyss”
Two children
There was a child hair of golden sun, eyes with the crystals of the deep dark sea, whose face rose to all that is new. This child lived to smile. There was a child with skin of glass, empty of stomach, swollen of cheek and flesh- routine marked by want. This child lived to die.Continue reading “Two children”
This nation of immigrants
In the hallowed halls of Washington the quintessential American traitor once was called. That little war with Spain based on lies about the Maine – no Twain did not approve. Aliens and sedition – we all from this unceasing law each immigrant from old clobbered were yes – by freedom’s bell. the Irish from aContinue reading “This nation of immigrants”
Anne's mediocre poetry 