It’s important we squarely face Trump’s victory and what there is to do about it.
Easier to be the one
who is gathered into
the field of darkness
by night’s great hands
From my family stories and my readings of political philosophy and history, the following picture emerges, which shows the building blocks of a totalitarian dictatorship. I offer it here as a warning from a German immigrant to my fellow citizens in the United States.
I heard an announcement:
“If anyone in the vicinity of Gate A-4 understands any Arabic, please
come to the gate immediately.”
We don’t recognize our own country,
and our words don’t carry more than ten feet,
but the snippets that can still be made out
are all about the Emperor Felonius.
Self-proclaimed “Dumpster Archeologist” Lew Blink embarks on thrilling expeditions through dimly lit alleys where every item holds a story waiting to be brought to life.
She fears him, and will always ask
What fated her to choose him
O, give me burning blue
and brittle burnt sea-weed
above the tide-line,
as I stand, still unsatisfied,
under the long shadow-on-snow of the pine.
I love the way the black ants use their dead.
They carry them off like warriors on their steel
backs.
We salute the supremely ironic sale of Alex Jones’ vicious Infowars – now bankrupt thanks to the $1.4 billion he owes Sandy Hook families for claiming the massacre of their children was a hoax – to the satirical wise-acres of The Onion, working with those families.
I detest the world
Which has given its heart
To ruthless gods
In the summer of my junior year in high school, I got a job in the hog-cut department at Cudahy Packing Company.
Nearly fifty years ago,
in the wreckage of my first marriage, I lit
a tall white taper, prayed that my husband
would return to himself, keep our family intact,
a prayer that disappeared in the dark vaults
Threats to Free Expression in the Trump Era