Tuesday, April 30, 2019

day EIGHT HUNDRED and THIRTY ONE




Notre Dame

burnt
and sure, it’s a tragedy
for religious people living
near the building

must have been
‘cuz all of the billionaires
jumped to attention
like
orca whales
at Sea World

black churches burn invisibly
hearts smolder
no one bats
an eye

the disparity is vulgar
the American caste system
unruffled

know your place

--Heidi Blakeslee 



Monday, April 29, 2019

day EIGHT HUNDRED and THIRTY

Of course

They found
mushrooms
on Mars
and plastic
in the
bellies of
blue whales
killing them
like heartbreak
or cancer

and 20
vets a
day take
their own
lives while
we consider
re instituting
the draft

our 6th
graders are
already depressed
and anxious
about their
life prospects
because there
are not
enough participation
trophies to
get them
into Harvard

these days
everyone just
ignores the
beauty and
wonder around
them in
favor of
shooting filtered
selfies in
front of
Notre Dame
as it
burns to
the ground.

--Matt Borczon

Sunday, April 28, 2019

day EIGHT HUNDRED and TWENTY NINE

Afterwards

Our possessions spilled out,
like blood from a wound:
hopes, memories, dreams,
furiously snatched away.
People and sirens wail alike,
a rising symphony of agony,
accompanied by the crumbling of lives.

by Mark Lee

Saturday, April 27, 2019

day EIGHT HUNDRED and TWENTY EIGHT


Piss & Betrayal


“Well,” she says, “You’ve got your choice
between piss and betrayal. Take your pick.”
She’s right. So I decide instead to go for
the hard stuff. Even though it’s hell on
my colon, my liver, my morning after.

--Scott Silsbe

Friday, April 26, 2019

day EIGHT HUNDRED and TWENTY SEVEN

Gemeinschaft

Life sure

seems

like a long time

to fail

and be sad.

Good thing there is belief in God.

--Randall Rogers

Thursday, April 25, 2019

day EIGHT HUNDRED and TWENTY SIX

What Is the Number?

Is it 60?
Is it 7?
How many does it take
to make you

believe women?

How many stories must we tell
about how we couldn’t get away
about how we were drugged
about how he said he would kill himself
if we didn’t text back?

How many?

Is it five?
Is it five hundred?

Could it ever possibly be just

one?

Just one without you asking
if it was so bad why didn’t you get away?
Why didn’t you leave?
Just one
and you’ll stop saying
she’s lying,
she wants attention

as if risking the embarrassment
the pain of reliving
what was done to her
is not horrifying enough?

Just one
and you’ll stop defending him?
Stop saying he’s misunderstood?
Stop calling it a witch hunt?
Stop making excuses for
his behavior?
Just one?

Just one more?

You tell me.
How many?

--Ally Malinenko

Wednesday, April 24, 2019

day EIGHT HUNDRED and TWENTY FIVE


What Can You Do ?

What CAN you do ?
WHAT can you do ?
Surrounded by complacency and apathy
And constant, general dumb-assery
Keep yourself concious and alert
Although you're surrounded by people  as  dumb as.dirt
Keep yourself concious and awake
Even if you're surrounded by phonies and fakes
Fight against the thoughts of suicide
The Earth needs people like you on its side
Keep on keeping on, and stay strong
The time is coming, it won't be long

--Ian Copestick

Tuesday, April 23, 2019

day EIGHT HUNDRED and TWENTY FOUR


three churches three hotels

three churches
three hotels

and sri lanka mourns
its masses

never-ending civil war
worldwide suicide of religions
never-ending holy war

and the president is on twitter

his fat orange fingers
can’t type out the lies fast enough

138 million dead!!

mendacious christian warrior
on the front line to oblivion

looks like we’ll have to redact that one too

three churches
three hotels

three churches burning in the south
right here in america

but the president
ain’t got shit to say about those

there’s nary a tweet

three churches
three hotels

sri lankan government
had all the information

but they
dropped the ball
like they were playing a round


of 9/11                      

--John Grochalski                                                               


Monday, April 22, 2019

day EIGHT HUNDRED and TWENTY THREE


SANDPAPER

Hateful speech vibrates the air of the room.
The coarseness of their words
does not harm their throats or lungs;
the speaking does not touch
sandpaper to that tissue.
But all hearts, theirs and ours,
feel friction.

--David Pring-Mill