I wish I were a flower. Beautiful, cherished, and loved. But instead, I’m a weed. Part of nature, but people view them as a nuisance. They grow, unwanted in little gardens. Take up room, in which a pretty flower may grow instead. People don’t care about stepping on them and pulling out their roots from …
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An ordinary man covered in a cage of armour, No where could you find a face calmer, Than was his in the face of battle, Nothing and no one could him rattle. And on he marched with sword in hand, A single face in this massive band, Of soldiers and farmers walking side by side,…
Time between the mouse click and the response waiting for a program to start or a printer to run staring at the final moments of a microwave job swaying over the toaster glowing but not done. Hours spent daily wasting a lifetime away betrayed by the machines of convenience promising fruit from the tree of…
O be with me! How dear I am, Flinging myself from chair to chair. Hello, I am Lady Caroline Lamb. Would you like a witty epigram Or a discreet snip of my pubic hair? O be with me! How dear I…
visit an art museum—or, if that proved difficult, to go to the website of New York’s Metropolitan Museum, the National Gallery, the Barnes Foundation, or some other great institution—and write a sonnet about the painting you name in your title. The wonderful works that came in re-confirmed my belief that what we are doing is…
from “Happy New Year” Freud ate kosher, yes and loved the soaring Shema of Jewish unseen god you and I two Jews with two heads for “them” to lop I hate being sliced Decapitation conturbat [?] me I’d rather be shot in face, friend Pearl’s father goes round with Islamic scholars to make peace! that’s…
Daddy’s shoe, what do we do, he’s long since gone, Daddy’s shoe, the one he wore when he picked us up from the corner store, He’s a ghost now, invisible, we hear him in the halls, if our voices had walls, he’d be rapping on them, Daddy’s shoe, he’s the fear we knew, too trembling…
