Thursday, January 17, 2019

day SEVEN HUNDRED and TWENTY EIGHT

For That You Must Leave Fear Behind

when a sixteen-year-old girl
huddles in a bathroom

after being ripped apart inside
by the unwelcome desire of a boy

she doesn’t think about
who she can tell or

what evidence she should gather
to prove this happened or

any details she might record that could
make a difference in the game of He Said She Said—

she only thinks about
making it home alive

climbing into her bed alive
waking up tomorrow alive

because the simplest of things
are no longer assured her

 - Rachel Toalson

Wednesday, January 16, 2019

day SEVEN HUNDRED and TWENTY SEVEN


Meltdown

“What is there to say about former Mayor of New York City Rudy Giuliani that hasn’t been farted into a bag and fed to a demon for punishment?” – Daily Kos

I read Rudy’s latest mental meanderings
in response to pussy-grabber-in-chief’s
senile behavior, tone-deaf remarks.
The phrase “Takes one to know one”
sticks in my mind.

Co-conspiring, seditious white men
discover privilege is not permanent.
As Mueller’s investigation uncovers
layers of perjured malfeasance,
indictments gnaw at their heels.

Giuliani’s dementia escalates,
manifests itself in social media postings
as he incriminates his oblivious client and self.
The ongoing shit show unravels,
pervasive treason revealed.

--Jennifer Lagier

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

day SEVEN HUNDRED and TWENTY SIX



                                                           By Red Focks

Monday, January 14, 2019

day SEVEN HUNDRED and TWENTY FIVE

Racist

A racist came to call last night
and brought a case of beer.
We sat out in the evening sun
and he insulted one by one
all foreigners, dark-skinned or light,
who'd made a life round here.

A racist dropped by for a few
and on and on he droned
about his country being 'stole'
by 'ching-chongs', 'pakis' and 'them poles',
until I said, 'Why don't you do
what you want those poor sods to do?
I'm getting rather sick of you.
Drink up, and fuck off home

--Bruce Hodder

Sunday, January 13, 2019

day SEVEN HUNDRED and TWENTY FOUR

The Mind

i

I waited my turn
on the playground,
he elbowed in front of me,
said, I’ll show you how it’s done—

I settled into
my schoolwork,
he shoved me aside,
said, I’ll be first—

I picked up my books,
he stepped in front of me,
said, You’re in the big leagues now
and you don’t have what it takes—

I knew from the beginning
that they looked at us
as though we didn’t have
a mind

ii
good thing I never
believed them

 - Rachel Toalson

Saturday, January 12, 2019

day SEVEN HUNDRED and TWENTY THREE


The Audacity of Hope

Someone has been putting
Fuck Trump
stickers all over my neighborhood.
They wave to me from streetlamps
and telephone poles
from metal signs and fire hydrants
a little push back
against something
that feels unmovable.

so when I saw the group of middle schoolers
backpacks full of preteen anxiety
gathered at the street corner,
stop and notice the sticker next to them
the one that proudly said Fuck Trump
I paused.

This is one of the last conservative hold outs in Brooklyn
a neighborhood where white men tell their white sons
what the neighborhood used to be like.
Code for “more white than it is now.”

This moment could go either way
but I think I know which way it’s going to go.

They pointed and gasped a little
someone giggled.
Then the boy nearest me said,

Man, that night
election night,
I’ll never forget that night.

And it is here that I think to myself
that this little white boy probably sat with
his conservative father
and cheered, saying things like
They won’t erase us
and talking about places to grab women by

But instead he said,
That night,
all I could think was
my whole fucking life was over.

His friends near him nod
and share similar stories
their fear, their anger
their inability to understand
how the least qualified person
beat the most qualified person
and I trailed behind them,

listening
and for a moment
believing
really believing
in the pure hope
that it could actually get better.

When they turned the bend
I whispered, I’m sorry
aware
but unsure
what exactly I was apologizing for.

--Ally Malinenko

Friday, January 11, 2019

day SEVEN HUNDRED and TWENTY TWO


one for the here and now


or these assholes with their
idea of guns as freedom

these false kings bleeding shit
from their mouths, from
their eyes, and all they ask is
that you die quietly

all they offer in return is the
barren womb of god

--John Sweet