Tag: poem of the day

  • Without


    Emerald towers raise out of the ground/ and fairies sprites and imps abound White smoke rises out of my pipe/ angels and demons appear life-like Wild solemn dances with werewolves under the sun/ chasing prey for miles until the job’s done Prayers for the dead and the living/ hypocrisy smiles like Thanksgiving Images, sounds and […]

  • Purse-pective


    embarking on a climb or circling the drain? digging a hole for a foundation or just to re-fill it? studying to gain skills for a job that will be stolen by a computer pouring your heart into creative work that no one will pay you for chiseling yourself into shape or breaking off your humanity? […]

  • Controlled Rain

    Controlled Rain

    How much blood-rain will satisfy the misguided Rage? Is mint-flavored smoke really the problem here? hoarding plague vaccines–when will the Chickens come home to roost? The rich steal from the Poor to get richer. The powerful become more so by kneeling on the Oppressed. and people are still having Children? They can’t stop. Ignorance enables […]