The American beauty rose And a single prick Of blood that flows Marking all the land The male cardinal Everything grand — Sunflower opening And seeking the sun The sun! from Which all living Comes – The canary in The coalmine Will the people Be undone? — A female tweeter Seeking seed The sand BeneathContinue reading “Red Yellow Brown”
Category Archives: Racism
Black
i coat of goth body of coot morning joe the best soil for things that grow ii. it is 2:00 a.m. clouds no stars this unlit deserted lane I know it by feel not sight a split rail fence is there this landmark means I am almost there but not 2018
White redux
i What is it? A great egret The ivory gull Valerian And falling snow What isn’t? Me ii. They stick like glue to the hands that beat them since the sole alternative is the hangman’s noose. I try to sympathize with options unbearable but the rope around my neck cuts my breath in two. 10-11/2018
The walking blues
Come with me on a trip to bountiful where the trees hide little mysteries. We can move our hips on liberty’s highway a red winged blackbird will shout and up above the owlets gaze while we dance on venom’s grave. Yes! Democracy must ring true while we sway in nature’s view. Our shoes are madeContinue reading “The walking blues”
Frio y caliente and all that is between
What is this virus that stalks – it hunts, it preys, then it sells us an image of coyotes pacing upon the desert’s floor where the prickly cactus is gurgling, and the snake bends to the earth while footsteps wind beyond rivers marking a line that is unremarkable – an arbitrary thing, useless to theContinue reading “Frio y caliente and all that is between”
the age of extinction
the fretting over every living thing begins with the clone of a clone of a clone the scent of ivory washing out souls that make us whole birds of paradise turn into fossils the gap of feathers reside in mud and sand from hill and cave they document lacunas that are only evident when tidesContinue reading “the age of extinction”
Emergency
The brown babies are threatening grownup men and please, the sorrow that hangs like tinsel upon a Christmas tree weaves into the branches never breaking free – no baby should ever threaten when dementia has taken hold and clings like a cocklebur upon my well-worn clothes. Sing Sweet Honey sing the songs of conscience –Continue reading “Emergency”
The obligatory spin (shadows every human sin)
You can spin until you’re dizzy, you can swing from tree to tree, a lie is still a lie, the truth is what I see, my mother would have scolded me, she would have scolded me.
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”
Lavender women
I give a day of thanks for the ones I cannot equal, leaves of steel falling from this tree – the mighty oak towering, sprung from the smallest acorn, fed by the brownest soil, nutrient rich. brown, black, rich is the source of life, I can never equal them but I can give this dayContinue reading “Lavender women”
Anne's mediocre poetry 