The ship has run aground
in coiled ropes of clouds
and unanchored waves
No sign of crew or cargo
just tears of rust
for a salty sea
[Read more…]
Caring for a Dropped Flag | Geo-Poetic Spaces
The flag has been
dropped
stars trampled into bloody stripes
by a bull kicking up dust
Suture the tattered banner
with gold thread
before the colors can be burned
The fabric will be stronger
because of its scars [Read more…]
Simply for the Children’s Sake
I was singing the blues
until I heard the news
that children
being torn from the
arms of their parents
was coming to an end,
if but for a minute,
a breather
from evil being played
out in my face,
beautiful innocent
brown skinned children,
screaming “Mami! Papi!”
as Mami and Papi
are pulled one way,
and they, another way, [Read more…]
Syntagma Square | Geo-Poetic Spaces
Today
there was no teargas in Syntagma Square
just tears swallowed by the austere protest
of laid off workers
forced to lie all night
outside sleeping churches
No loud speakers
just nails hammered into stone
by the old guards’ shoes
guarding the cenotaph beneath parliament [Read more…]
Number 7 | 1968
By Douglas Rawlings
NUMBER 7
I was a
Good Humor Man.
I lost my job
I got drafted.
I can never
go back again.
I lost my
Good Humor.
I lost $80.00 a week
I can never
have it again
You gain goodwill
being a Good Humor man.
You establish a route.
You make friends.
I lost them all:
my bike my cart
my bell
are all gone now.
My smile too.
All my friends
cried
on the Last Day. [Read more…]
Leaving the Induction Center | 1968
By Douglas Rawlings
LEAVING THE INDUCTION CENTER
We were now
all riders
on those olive drab
government buses
trying to make some sense
out of this thing
they called military justice.
Still a bunch
of minors
digging about
in our own little ruins [Read more…]
Our Fathers
Our fathers
who left us,
abandoned us,
loved us,
wanted us,
hated us,
spanked us,
hugged us,
Our fathers
who loved our mothers,
beat our mothers
stayed out too late,
or came home too early, [Read more…]
My Family
By Cassandra Shafer
Wedded, divorced, widowed and single
Our households have fractured and blended to mingle
Half-siblings, step-siblings, foster kids small,
Bio-moms, step-moms, adoptive moms all.
Catholic, Jewish, Quaker, Unitarian,
Atheist, Mormon, Pagan, Presbyterian.
Gun toting, weed smoking, sober and clean.
Democrat, Trumpian, Communist, Green.
Bi-racial, bilingual, bi-sexual—a few—
Bi-continental and bi-polar, too. [Read more…]
The Old Fascist
Not unlike the maddened men of German infamy
Sending millions to death chambers of Zyclon B
Our own Mad King reaches out with fattened arms
And declares all the desperate invading swarms.
Here at our sun-washed and hurricaned shores
Stands Lady Liberty with mighty torch unflamed
Mother of Exiles until the Mad King came,
To extinguish the lightning of her eternal flame. [Read more…]
Inner Thoughts of a Wanna Be Dictator
By Lauren Botuck
Within a minute I knew
he is really good
His enemies die
the way that they should
He is special and smart
just like me!
Will he tell me his secrets?
will he let me see? [Read more…]
Do Not Ever Question the Fuhrer’s Orders
Complacency is our enemy. Anyone that does not embrace the @realDonaldTrump agenda of making America great again will be making a mistake. – Ronna McDaniel, Republican Chair, June 13, 2018
Beachtung ! BEACHTUNG ! BEACHTUNG JEDER !
Manner in der schlange hier druben …..!
(and be marched to the slave-laborer’s barracks)
Frauen und kinder schlange hier ….!
(and proceed directly to the crematoria) … [Read more…]
The Dressing of a Groom | Geo-Poetic Spaces
In a village
sheltered by mountains of family
a groom is dressed for his wedding
The stubbled face of youth
Is lathered and shaved
the suit of a new man
presented
the boy buttoned up forever
inside a white shirt [Read more…]
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