Tempest Storm understood that what excites when eased off
slowly, creates horse-laughs, falling down.
“We now have a federal government that will threaten or arrest an elected official—or even everyday American citizens—who have broken no laws, committed no crimes, and done nothing wrong.”
the window lets the light change
so every time you re-enter the poem,
it feels different—familiar, but new
When I meet others like me I recognise the longing, the missing, the memory of ash on their faces. No one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark.
Their shaggy crowns and bright blue
And white plumage jolt the dull background
Of road-dusty greens. Sometimes I pull over
To watch their unhesitating headfirst dive
The two-month-long siege is a “clear and calculated effort to collectively punish over two million civilians and to make Gaza unlivable.”
I wiped the fog from the glass and saw
a statue of the Buddha on a shelf, laughing
at himself, laughing at me standing there
in a puddle, under a pine tree that kept
dripping on my head
After they had not made love
she pulled the sheet up over her eyes
until he was buttoning his shirt:
not shyness for their bodies – those
they had willingly displayed – but a frail
endeavor to apologise.
The Good and the Bad in Media Coverage Now
A dreamer awakens, holds up
her pen like Liberty, writes
in moonlight page after page,
sails on a ship, bird in a tree,
songs to a yellow sun shining.
The American system of education is a wreck. Wealthy schools have a criminally unfair advantage, students are conditioned to adopt a transaction mindset where they only know to peck, peck, peck for the grade. It’s not their fault. We test, test, test.
Heavy and high buckles the sea.
We complain / we blame.
This is no time for poetry.
A new report shows a growing gender gap among people who vote with environmental issues in mind.