Sunday, August 18, 2019

day NINE HUNDRED and FORTY ONE

Crime Scene ICE : The Bodies


                                                  Nancy Kiel and Mark Blickey

Saturday, August 17, 2019

day NINE HUNDRED and FORTY

Priorities

A misplaced coffee cup
on Game of Thrones
brought the internet to its knees,
while in other parts of the world
two people die per minute
in an endless series of wars.

In the United States, we have
forty thousand gun deaths per year,
and two million homeless veterans.

Our infant mortality rate
is the highest of any developed nation,
and our average life expectancy
has decreased for three years in a row.

The rich slobber over plates
of filet mignon, while twelve percent
of our citizens go to bed hungry,
and 6 in 10 Americans
can’t raise $500 in an emergency.

Meanwhile, ten million people
watch Game of Thrones every week:
its horror an inoculation
against real life violence.

This is how vaccines work:
ingest a tiny bit of the poison
as protection against the actual disease.

Sometimes this strategy
backfires, and violence spills
into our schools and churches,

but at least we can still laugh
over a misplaced coffee cup
on a film set and remember
to tune in next season
for a new dose of toxins.

--Leah Mueller

Leah Mueller is an indie writer and spoken word performer from Tacoma, Washington. She is the author of two chapbooks and four books. Her next two books, "Death and Heartbreak" and "Misguided Behavior" will be published in Autumn, 2019 by Weasel Press and Czykmate Press. Leah’s work appears in Blunderbuss, The Spectacle, Outlook Springs, Atticus Review, Your Impossible Voice, and other publications. She was a featured poet at the 2015 New York Poetry Festival, and a runner-up in the 2012 Wergle Flomp humor poetry contest. 

Friday, August 16, 2019

day NINE HUNDRED and THIRTY NINE

EVERY TIME I SEE THEIR FACES

with bulging eyes
and pink putty faces
they tell us what’s best
chests puffed
and talking tough
behind the safety
of armed men

they preach
the tough love
of self reliance
their pockets stuffed
with stolen gold

they stand at the edge
of their graves
none the wiser
despite the grey hairs
they stand there
clutching scepters
with every fiber

maybe a people
so near death
hires death itself
men who look like
airbrushed corpses
to lead them down
into the ground

they reach out to us
with pale, withered hands
tiny hands
soft as newborn skin
and the calloused fingers
roughened by pick and shovel
willingly grasp



--Brian Rilhmann


Thursday, August 15, 2019

day NINE HUNDRED and THIRTY EIGHT


Republican Agenda

1. Grab ‘em by the pussy
2. Brag about it
3. Tell everyone you love Jesus
4. Bring back coat hanger abortions
5. Take it up the ass from Putin
6. Grab some more pussy, because why the hell not?
7. Fuck Jesus in the ass for good measure
8. Pray loudly
9. Kidnap a bunch of kids
10. Ready the final solution
11. Grab more pussy
12. Party on

--Jeff Weddle


...and also....



The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
--Emma Lazarus

..and also...




...and also....

FUCK THE TRUMP ADMINISTRATION



Wednesday, August 14, 2019

day NINE HUNDRED and THIRTY SEVEN


Just My Kim

He’s just my Kim, a dictatorial guy.
He owns a lot of things he likes to brag about.
His fashion flair, his bowl-cut hair,
Are not what they seek at Milan’s Fashion Week…
Oh, I can’t explain, why he’s so inhumane,
And kills, on a whim.
I love him, ‘cause he’s mercurial,
Because he’s Just My Kim.


--Cheryl Caesar


Tuesday, August 13, 2019

day NINE HUNDRED and THIRTY SIX


As Notre Dame Burns . . .

I am cleaning house
hoisting a mighty brass lamp
to sweep away
the accumulated dust
of eons . . .

A stupefying crash
the end of something.

The lamp’s base has rotted, fallen out
lies in
scattered fragments
humpty dumpty

This massive lamp was
a lighthouse
guiding us to safety

a thousand years of Western civilization
crashing down
burning up
the center cannot hold

vast chunks of glacier
calving off

England, Hungary, Turkey
spinning apart
the new Europe
the new world order
the ancient civilization
the global Empire
liberal democracy
neoliberalism
rot
fire


Our house a rock
sheltering our tiny family
on a colossal foundation
built in 1952
when gleaming rows of proud houses sprouted
on acres of cement

from the ashes of war
build anew
. . .

Toss away
this bronze lamp
among the ephemera
of a new world order
built on commerce
a foundation of sand

We order anew
Amazon Prime
dealer
for a billion junkies
flotsam from China’s million factories

a foundation of
cheap labor

Our house, our marriage
unshakeable foundation
in Rockville, a rock
impervious (for now)
to flooding, landslides, heat waves, hurricanes, tornados, malaria, Lyme disease, measles, fear-mongering, racism, anti-Semitism, Islamophobia, shootings, bombings, torture, slaughter



Rockville, all American town
sanctuary city of a hundred thousand migrants
Hondurans, Guatemalans
Ethiopians, Iranians
Koreans, Chinese, Indians
Sri Lankans
refugees
all-
Americans in a flash

The smoky remains of the ancient cathedral
wavering yet proud
an ancient skeleton

Somehow, a miracle
The crown of thorns
has survived the blaze

now each of us must wear it.

--Ethan Goffman

Ethan Goffman’s poems have appeared in BlazeVox, Burgeon, Loch Raven Review, Mad Swirl, Madness Muse, Ramingo’s Blog, Under the Bleachers, Setu, and Winedrunk Sidewalk, as well as the anthologies The Music of the Aztecs, Epiphanies and Late Realizations of Love, and Narwhal’s Lament. He is co-founder of It Takes a Community, a Montgomery College initiative that brings poetry to both students and local residents. In addition, Ethan is founder and producer of the Poetry & Planet podcast on EarthTalk.org.

Monday, August 12, 2019

day NINE HUNDRED and THIRTY FIVE


Nothing to see here

wrenched away from family
at the border of a strange country
stripped
searched
put in the cage

wide eyes round in shock

at night the foil blankets
of all of the children
shimmer as they cry
themselves to quiet

the soldiers come
they rape
they hurt the
virgin bodies
and throw them back
into the cage

or bury them

--Heidi Blakeslee