Smile… Again | Paul Tristram

The artist painted them.Then they disappeared.Only the canvas remainedwith the last time they were seen. When called in for questioning,refused to talk.Just painted curtainsas a signed statement. The tabloid headline read‘Serial killer painted them, then curtains.’A court artist drewthe artist after sentencing. Go to Source Author: aprettykettleofpoetry

That black and white TV, police dogs, night sticks, and fire hoses. 1963. Birmingham scared this child viewer. Now with the remote in my hand, in full-color black dogs pull on leashes held by corporate security. Up the chain of command someone cried havoc at the oil fields. Let loose corporate dogs to draw blood…

What happens to privacy when your heart is ripped apart, and the secrets you had are no longer truths. Lies and ribaldry. Doff your hat and walk away from the maelstrom and milling crowds. The post Walking Away | Ananya S. Guha appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online

I got up from the bench I was sleeping on in DuPont Circle, cleaned up, bought new makeup and new clothes, grew breasts, endured attacks by conspiracies of friends and strangers, and walked back to the circle where there were half-naked people, corporate sponsors, and a bigoted preacher screaming, “You abominations should be ashamed of…

Inauguration Day 2009 Forty seven people crowd into a small open-air restaurant in a Central American village. A wall-mounted television allows us to watch Barack Obama become America’s president. The air is thick with excitement, anticipation. People from around the globe gather in the tiny village to witness this historic event. Prior to Obama’s speech…