Heed my words. There is no choice a
Voter can make that isn’t political.
Protect your home and your family
Before the dangerous one rises
And attacks our land again.
Source: A Political Family Rises Again
Heed my words. There is no choice a
Voter can make that isn’t political.
Protect your home and your family
Before the dangerous one rises
And attacks our land again.
Source: A Political Family Rises Again
When I was a child I wanted a bed
To sail me off to fairy land. My bath
Was the ocean, linked by a heavy chain
To the bed. My dreams rose in clouds to
Shake the heavens, They do not start
To tell a scary story until there’s a process
That relaxes my mind into summers of
Magnolias and gauze dresses. The door’s closing
Leaves me in the dark, afraid to shop.
Source: Bed Bath Chain to Start Process of Closing Shop
After the hearing officer makes her ruling,
We return singing to our tent homes on
The open plain. Our sweaters pill
After washing. Our mother puts
Them in a trunk. Is it prudence
To hold ourselves together above
Simplicity, or a nasty grab for power?
Source Ruling on Pill Puts Prudence Above Power
The room shaped like a pentagon
Holds secrets that cannot leak.
So many glowing secrets began
Their life in a universe earlier
Than stars were born, earlier than
Light was born, earlier than any thought.
Source: Pentagon Leak Began Earlier Than Thought
Golden gladiolas glimmer at a social
Gala, gifting gladness through the media.
Carnelian carnations cower as
Clouds convey the conscience we
Avoid. Ruby roses riot when they knew
Revolution readied the world. For it
Can’t escape the gardener that she is
Hostage to wind, sun, rain, all long
Needed, yet climate emergency gone.
Source: Social Media as We Knew It Is Long Gone
She has given up on the network’s
Offering anything but a deal
That benefits them and avoids
Royalties to her. They’ll say it’s a
Work for hire. She will fight
For the royalty contract, but
Expects their lawyers will not
Come around without leaving scars.
Source: Network’s Deal Avoids a Fight, but Not Scars