Category: War & Politics
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reading Odysseus
I feel sorry for Penelope Ten years warring Ten years wandering And no one knows for sure Suitors come daily Walk through her door Demand she chose One of them to marry She knows they don’t love her Lust for her in the night Like great Odysseus They only want to be king 4-16-21
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haiku while sweeping pollen from the porch
on a screened porch silllooking out, a dead wasp lieslonging for freedom 4-10-21
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meditations on the killing of Lorca
between the rise and fall the honk and wail of distant sirens high above the drone of ritual leaf blowing by bright vested park employees I still discern the call and response of birds chanting to the morning while on the ground looking up waiting for one of them to make a mistake a feral…
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a wall
a wall never kept a hungry animal or a fleeing deer on the other side they always find a way to go around or over or burrow underground 4-4-21
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Diary from solitaire
Think these bars…..pillars Live in a plantation mansion Lie about all day No one interrupts your reveries Clean clothes and linen You promenade the halls Guards serve you hand and foot Cuisine in need of a better chef 3-18-21 *note from wife: no idea what tags to put w/ this one
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Clamor of war
Dreadnaughts returned in triplicate Last year two menaced the coast Today six grey ships appeared Aggressively Leaned into cruising speed Loudly claim Territorial waters as their own Force Nesting mallard pair into shallows Greedy they soon will demand tribute Threaten non-compliant walkers with beaks During their previous tour of duty Two bred and raised and…
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Global warming
Outside the harbor / Icebergs of hate / Drift in warmer seas Bacon tongue sizzles / Words of fire / Serves edible ash City of churches / On microphone / Queer poet self-immolates Drive home / Open windows / Blow burnt soul from hair Microwave stale coffee / Sip yesterday on porch / Stir world…
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Because I did not watch the inauguration on tv
Dry leaves rattled in grass at my feet. Beyond the speed of sound planes from the airbase roared in the west. No matter, how long I searched western skies, I could not see sunlight glint on wings until I turned to face the east. Tattered flag on pole unfurled in wind; colors worn and faded,…
