Donald Trump
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On Why I Can’t “Church” Right Now
Yesterday I wrote about “rough drafts” – pieces and parts of articles in my inbox that are so emotionally raw to me and likely hurtful to people I love that I fear putting them out into the world.
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The Hatred Never Went Away
The hatred never went away / Just pushed into a fertile soil / Now, weedy thick, it springs to day / With words of shame, our Pride to spoil
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‘Murica
Where representation no longer matters.
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Freedom as Farce
The power we promised / But can’t deliver
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Thank you, Numbers. Thank you.
So, have a good life. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
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Circular Wars
It’s easy to rise on the called-for occasion…
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beware of dog
signs don’t help.
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Still. Way. Too. Many. Limits.
White. European. Straight. Cisgendered. Wealthy. Males. For them – the sky’s the limit.
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bottoms up
we might’s well drink the brew.
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tempore vanitatis
measure the passing of our existence
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worthless gods
If only Coleridge had given Okeonos to that Mariner of olden days…
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it happens to everyone…
He worked hard to look strong
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De-Bait
policy lures some
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Social Media Diplomacy
We yell from both sides of the room ~ and only hear what echoes back ~ a world that’s only white or black
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Correlation?
graphs mean nothing now.
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Jagged Bones
I need you to see some flesh on the jagged bones of the life themes I’ve expressed in my poetry.
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nightmare
Frogs, fingers, “we only want you” this poem becomes a witch’s brew
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VIRUS
Reality is a harsh mistress. She seems straight-up at first but then she throws a curve and a sharp angle. Downward.
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Puppet Government
With eyes of ping pong balls puppets are blind to the distress of the defenseless
defying atrophy 