Brand "X" , and ACME, poems and stories. Surreal, sappy, funny, horrific, and human.
Every day, I get on the subway at the beginning of its route. About 45 minutes later, I am right downtown, three stops from the end. With any luck, it's about 7:30 in the morning, and I have lots of time to get a Starbuck's. After my day in the cubicle, I'll be back in... Continue Reading →
A room's been built for me I think They cubed it Such by such by such No closet to incubate monsters No dark shiny eyes and secret smiles under the bed The narrow door locks from the outside And from the inside Oh, and no window to let in the unwanted sun. And, I can... Continue Reading →
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Cream does not rise to the top
No, it does not
Mediocrity
Rises to the top
Ass kissing rises
Connection making rises
Self interest rises
Self editing rises
Petty power hegemonies
Calculated belittlement
Careful omission
Faint Praise
Falsehood
These rise
Excellence
Goes
Hungry and lonely among us
We shake our heads
And sigh
Such a poignant story
Makes our own more bearable
Never do we All
Point to All of us and say
This
Is
Unacceptable
What
Will
We do about it?
Do?
Why, finish shaking
Our heads of course
Maybe blot a little tear
And return
To the cage
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The poet/editor of this website is physically disabled, and lives at a fraction of her nation’s poverty level. Contributions may be made at:
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I bring cats to Restful Acres. I guess they're called therapy animals now. I'm a widower, in my 50's, and fortunate enough to have time on my hands. In the last few years, the faces here have come and gone, and some have become friends to me. My old Mum was a mainstay here, but... Continue Reading →
Hi...my poem"Spring shall overcome" has been published here before, and now Spillwords has accepted it and they have it featured on their front page today. I thank their editors for taking the piece. https://spillwords.com/spring-shall-overcome/
She was that age, that ageless something
Between rose petal cheeks and silver waves of fascination
Where the foundations moved but the plans never changed
Where her eyes only ever shone brighter, more acutely than before
Piercing like twin stars set in her own personal heaven
A girl with a woman’s knowing, woman with a girl’s innocence
The sort of carefree soul who bought coral rings just to remember other people’s dreams
It was easier for her living through the dreams of others, I think
As she had no time to waste on her own
I’ve forgotten what they called her because her name never really mattered
Not to those who shared her timeline, her space, her place
A name, as with the asking her age, was pointless
For whoever took the time to speak to the wind
When the only thing that mattered was feeling it rustling their hair
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Normally I do not post preachy sayings or quotations. This one is an exception.
Have you felt it, dear one? The oddness, the forced smiles, the hurried looks. The swift shutting of doors at dusk in huddled houses. Poisonous seeds have been sown. Short fuses in broad day. Scripted horrors bring us to the brink. Our world is waiting.
Driving at dusk. Strong crosswind. Corner of eye sees whipping black canvas caught on wire fence. Thinks it's a galloping horse, slams on brakes. Driving night highway. Construction zone. Dozens of plastic pylons throw swift shadows. Thinks it's a hundred people running across the road. Slams on brakes. Enters unexpected tunnel. Slows down, 30 below... Continue Reading →
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