Christine Rhein: Attack of the Five-Foot-Four Woman
In truth, only five foot three and a half,
and attack, too, a bit of a stretch
Barbara Hamby: Ode to Skimpy Clothes and August in the Deep South
A young woman is walking with her boyfriend, and it’s deep
summer in the South, like being in a sauna
but hotter and stickier
Video: No Vegans Allowed
This motel decided to ban vegans and their mighty libido.
Jim Minick: Sighs
How they wallop with softness,
how they soothe with the slow rush
of wind through the forest in your dog’s nose,
each follicle a pine to sing a contented song
Abby Zimet: Taking On Bigots, Yahoos and Perpetrators Of All Kinds
Talk about flipping the script. Within days, in an historic act of grace, old Joe did the “right and honorable thing” and handed the reins to Kamala, “in every possible way (the) anti-Trump,” who ran with them.
David Kirby: Ode to Asparagus
O wonder! O brave new world, that has such vegetables in it.
Ariel Dorfman: Judgement Day for America’s Worst Supreme Court Justice
Lady Macbeth Has Words for Clarence Thomas and His Wife Ginni from the Other Side of Death.
Jim Minick: To Spoon
To spoon is to slip into sleep
and the same soft, slow breath,
to listen to the rain
with one ear.
Jose Padua: A Poem for Jimi Hendrix and All the Superheroes of My Youth Who Lacked the Power to Live Forever
what was really interesting
wasn’t what they could do
but what they couldn’t do
Allen Ginsberg: A Supermarket in California
What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
Abby Zimet: Holy, Holy, Holy | Guilty As F-ck Of Absolutely Everything
Along with his endless squealing and whining about a witch hunt, Trump outlandishly compared himself to Mother Teresa.
David Kirby: My Sunday
My Sunday is doing great
it’s driving along at 35 mph with its sleeves rolled up
and one arm out the window
dog with its head out the window barking at nothing
Gerald Fleming: On Ascension Thursday
Young prodigy. Has a way with words. Brings someone out of a coma. Preaches peace, rages against bankers, tries his hand at carpentry, sexy woman loves him, meets his friends for dinner every week, they drink wine, talk, he says smart things, then, random as the rest of us, he’s killed. Gets to ascend to heaven.
Abby Zimet: From Founding Fathers Kermit and Gandalf to Mugshot $2 Bills | Make Crass Stupidity Embarrassing Again
Nazis, yahoos, hacks, thugs, soulless partisans and ahistorical morons are today’s GOP. Have we bottomed out yet (please)?