if a man steals a loaf of breadbecause his family is starvingthey cut off his handbut if a man punches another,uses his hands to hurt,to touch or rape another,he gets a tap on the wristmad logic reasons intoinstitutions of powerto subjugate and controlthe massesto shield empty-eyed monsterswhat density of darkness must be in the soulsof…
Category: 2024 Poetry Postcard Fest
POPO2024 Day 18
2 little kittens8 little mittensor is it4 little mittens and4 little boots?regardless,8 little feetpad, run, and jump;2 furry bodiesstretch and curl;4 little eyesexotic and watching;fuzzy bundlesplaying, then sleeping,dreaming
POPO2024 Day 17
It’s not about what,It’s about how.It’s always been about how.Sure, what is the goal, butwithout the finesse of how,what is is but a figmentthat will not materialize.It applies to art perhapsmost of all. Consider palettesof roygbiv, alphabet of 26.
POPO2024 Day 16
We’ve had John Steuart Curry’s“Tornado Over Kansas”in our museum since 1935.The current exhibit brings hisworks in from across the U.S.Walking through it, thenresearching him at home,I see immortal Americana.From farm boy to paintingpolitical murals in the KSState Capitol Building, hisdust gleams with gold.
POPO2024 Day 15
picture a naked womanembraced ferociouslyas a brilliant universe:youmake sky flower,caramel voice cool,wild rhythms throbbingchampagne(magnet poem)
POPO2024 Day 14
For sixty years A/C was not my way.There may have beena few days when I would have cranked it up each year.Since then A/C has become my daily summer friend. Every day blazes eighty-fivein supposed-to-be coolMichigan. I like fake cool,but it’s an ice-gilt prisonthat lulls me in its comfort.
POPO2024 Day 13
Two days after the big rain,I walked to the mailbox.I spied a small, very dry,lost toad in the middle ofthe road. Early enough for dewto still speckle tall grassalong the ditch, I nabbedher and walked her back.Opening my palm, mid-stoop,she leapt and landed in wet. One less sufferingcreature in the world. A saved toad as…
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