Category: War & Politics
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21st century nude
crystallized carbonate mountain marble goddess inside is being quarried _____ her shape wrapped hidden in garments heavy as stone _____ this time strong rough female hands sculpt their vision 11-13-20
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Reason #1 to Avoid Election News
Do you remember waiting for Christmas. Did you think it would never come. Every mention of the holiday, it felt further and further away. Does the man on death row see time speed up? His demise chasing him. An anxious majority opinion wants to know. 11-7-20
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We the people
Whether You Me Us Like It Or Not A Victory Is Not A Mandate And You Me Us Must Move Forward Together 11-6-20
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Thumbtacks
Election Day, trying to avoid the news trying to think of anything but this election On a friend’s page, I see a picture of a pinup girl, wonder what she was like when she wasn’t a fantasy I feel guilty for looking, but I look anyway, tell myself that the person she was that day…
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A One Sentence Poem Written on the Last Friday Before the First Tuesday of November 2020 and the Title Is Longer than the Poem’
If Tzar Nicholas Was His Own Rasputin, Would The Nobles Have Let Him Live? 10-30-20
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Poem before dying
Lorca wrote of roosters, of eating cemetery grass, of weeping little boys, of snow, of guitars, of murder, of women dropping off to sleep, of a resurrection that will never come, and he makes me weep. I write of barking dogs and feral cats, of trash on asphalt courts, of weeping little boys, of warm…
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Election cycle news
tidal stream reedy channel can’t decide which way to flow emptying and filling with the moon he shuts his engine off lowers a trolling motor sets the GPS anchored without an anchor tosses his net for bait hooks mullet through head casts his line and waits for supper to bite his lucky day the fishes…
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In my veins
In my veins, my parents walk hand in hand reading letters written across the ocean of a world war. I look out with my father’s eyes remarking on the country he fought to preserve and the sad state of his Grand Old Party or with my mother’s eyes to see what season it is and…
My husband's poetry 