Category: War & Politics
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in the kingdom of the mad
In the Kingdom of the Mad fashionistas wear fur coats made from rabbits sold as Easter bunnies to little kids last spring but claim they are made of lemming fur torn off bloated bodies pulled from an arctic surf meat and bones rendered into pet food sold at Petco In the Kingdom of the Mad…
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fireside
Late last night, after two days of rain a friend came by to build a fire and talk around your new fire pit Wet wood won’t burn so you add charcoal fluid paper scraps and old cardboard Hoping a fire will catch and burn water and sap sizzle and pop flames dance and smoke rise…
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Presidential primary races
Pawing at the starting gate waiting for the bell the snap of the gate The run to rail Huge hearts bursting hooves pounding down the stretch a race to the front Jockeys stand in stirrups one horse stumbles another one falls the pile grows Jockeys flung headlong mud hoof prints on silk blood on a…
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Insomnia
In the middle of the night it is worse – everything is quiet you feel rain on the roof smell dry leaves rustle in trees hear musty spores propagate in the yard outside your door You sit on the edge of your bed trying to calm the swirling feels that keep you awake at night…
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The Leaping Stone
It’s not winning you crave, but losing you fear It’s not the destination, but the journey A satiated stone cannot move on its own It must wait to be broken Gathered up in green and consumed To run forests, swim rivers or fly In the stochasticity of brokenness Resides your seeking soul Leap from your…
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water’s edge
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”He builds his water-world And lives in splintered Trees with bark unfurled.” from the poem, ‘Castor Canadensis’ from the chapbook, ‘Earth Gospel’ 2019 by Tamara Miles ======================================== Let’s you and I walk a water’s edge and talk of gnawed tree trunks pointing at the sky of tree corpses pulled through nettles and vines of water…
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The Jabbering of a California Ground Squirrel’ or ‘Saving Devin from himself’
Fearing every shadow that drifts over grass fearing the blue sky above a green canopy he jabbers that talons hide in silence and that every bird could be a raptor As a red hawk feasts on his brothers, he believes his salvation lies in blood sacrifice to an apparition that waits in a barren tree…
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A boy and National Geographic magazine
Picture of a half-naked woman heavy basket on her head breasts pendulous smooth as ripe fruit You don’t recall being overcome with lust But you remember her arms and wide hips under flowered skirt Admired how strong she must be to walk so far in a hot sun You didn’t know one woman in your…
My husband's poetry 