My husband's poetry

Category: War & Politics

  • Mayor of the crescent moon

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    crescent moon hooks sharp ends into the horizon pulls a blanket slowly over the sun campaigning for re-election Mick O’Possum waddles down the street while deer look both ways before crossing racoon scavenges trash for hors d’oeuvres feral cat strolls nonchalantly through a yard doesn’t care enough to vote 2-2-25

  • Reading Anne Frank

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    I wonder what became of the family who hid Anne Frank in an upstairs room I wonder if one of my siblings or a childhood friend would have turned her family in and gloated as they were hauled away I wonder if I would have the strength of character to say, “No More” 1-29-25

  • Ice houses

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    Who cut the last ice block from the river before compressors and Freon made him obsolete? Did he find a new career or blame it on someone else, sulk among relics and try to turn back time? What of the saws, the wagons, the horses and ice houses half buried in the sod? Move to…

  • mount up and fly

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    you don’t need a pin through your abdomen or gutted and stuffed by taxidermist to prove you are a special being and in danger of becoming extinct mount up and fly while you still can 12-9-24

  • Chicken Little

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    sky falls on red sundown red fox licks his lips blue Wednesday morning Henny Penny screams the end is near shades of trauma prism light x and y of politics, accidents of birth world spins red, then black and back to blue do not fear children’s fables in the dark, zombies eat their own let…

  • Unmoved

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    (a poem for Trans awareness day) in an overgrown garden half-hidden in the weeds a concrete statue of Mary stands unmoved and alone a point of meditation long forgotten the sun shines through the clouds in subtle pinks, blues and green lichen illuminates her face clouds return to block the sun her kindness gives me…

  • Tom Joad’s shovel

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    in my compost pile of library books, magazines and family book shelves I searched tidal flats for signs of life with Steinbeck shared intimate secrets with Dickinson, Sexton and Edna St. Vincent Millay I gloried in myths and legions with victors and survivors studied the Bible to stay awake during sermons read dictionaries, Reader Digest…

  • Contrails over Haifa

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    prayers at the Holy shrines The promised day waits beyond the horizon It is darkest before the brilliant dawn 11-14-24