Warming to the Future
This wouldn’t have to happen if we raked our forest floors. Now the Oregon/Cal border’s only good for cooking smores. Fire waves and furnace heat are bouts of climate change. It ‘s irony but adds a … Read more
This wouldn’t have to happen if we raked our forest floors. Now the Oregon/Cal border’s only good for cooking smores. Fire waves and furnace heat are bouts of climate change. It ‘s irony but adds a … Read more
Police in Greece find a stolen Picasso. And throw in an ought-five Mondrian. Matt Gaetz, talks CRT; he’s such an asshole. And Syrian air strikes link to Iran. Walmart low priced insulin today’s perk. Britney … Read more
(Note from the author’s son: Below is a snippet from one of our email exchanges in June 2021. I felt compelled to share this mention of a title for a poem.) Weight down to 179 … Read more
Another long sword’s been unsheathed against the darts of reason. Again, we’ve wept. Once more we’ve grieved. It comes round every season. When power rules with sharpened tools, there’ll always be some clashing. The constant … Read more
The world is at a standstill. There is no such thing as time. Every inch into the modern world’s considered blatant crime. On the fulcrum of extinction, we are balanced on a peak. It may all … Read more
I’ve been booked for a holiday in hell, whose soundtrack is a constant ringing bell. Each meal, exactly same, and sleep, a losing game. If there’s an escape route, no one will tell. The personnel … Read more
Bent conundrums plague those who abhor all broken lines. Some think that the smallest curves deserve the biggest fines. Run it off the page and you could spend your life in jail. Straightness is the … Read more
The medical bounty hunters are closing in on me. I insist there’s nothing wrong, but they say that can’t be. A man is made of sicknesses, there’s no such thing as well. They’ll keep me … Read more
Death will find me friendless and alone, chewing on my conscience like a bone. Those I tossed aside will wave to me, all together, from a boat at sea. While the dead ignore me, underground, … Read more
Oh, the work force down in Labor Town went off to seek their fortune. In mills and stills and mining hills, the summer sun was scorchin.’ When hope ran dry, they turned their eye back toward … Read more