Mass Miscegenation
Mass Miscegenation Colors make us clash People should sleep together Till we’re all beige.
A Burning House
A Burning House And if we go down together and if we simply go down like the end of a story like a house at the end of a fire Maybe we will simply go down together like lovers ending their story by burning it, leaving behind only the story that outlasts a fire. But
The Second Coming
Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some
High Treason
Treason Trump’s curs bark and snarl. He urges them to attack. Jail’s too good for him.
The Beldam
The Beldam Old Jill’s medicinal herbs cured many ailments Doctor Hale couldn’t. He accused her of witchcraft. One Sunday Hale dropped dead in the meeting house. Goodie Hagar maintained she had seen Jill the day before, pointing her finger at him and muttering. Hagar was a malicious gossip, but the town believed her. Men with
For John Daniel
For John “You gotta accen-tuate the positive, E-liminate the negative. And latch on To the affirmative- Don’t mess with Mister In-Between! You gotta spread joy up to the maximum, Bring gloom down to the minimum, And have faith, or pandemonium’s Liable to walk upon the scene. -Johnny Mercer It was one of my dear friend
First Footers
First Footing In Scotland, tradition has it that the first person to cross your threshold on Hogmanay (New Year’s Day) is a harbinger of good fortune for the rest to the year. He or she should be welcomed in, given a good nip of whiskey, some shortbread, and a lump of coal to represent a
After The Sleet Storm
After The Sleet Storm Ice sheathes the branches Of the hemlocks. My nostrils Have frozen tight shut.
False Memory
To know how little You remember, move backward Until you forget.
The Journey Of The Magi
The Journey Of The Magi A cold coming we had of it. Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a long journey: The ways deep and the weather sharp. The very dead of winter. And the camels galled, sorefooted, refractory, Lying down in the melting snow. There were times we