Sleep, lying in dry river beds
Sold rapidly, buy the shore banks
Brains washed from corporate heads
Dried and neatly styled on fuel tanks
Rippled, ragged breaths of ashen air
Smog saturated sludge and stench
Precipitations drought and bare
Floating plastic water bottles’ island’s quench
External thermostat control is diplomatic
Hemisphere and atmosphere are fastened
Kings and Queens of trepid arid Earth
Dust harvests of genetically modified stock
The sun sinks deep into the hill Behind the town that perches still. An amber fog prowls through the...
. Memories of Memorial Day Sad son standing all alone Staring at the marker stone. Father died he never knew---...
Thanks Cheryl, that’s very good to hear!
Margaret, I love how your poem brings Saint Francis’s love of creation close to the reader. Calling the sun, moon,…
"Childproof Caps" really hit the mark with me. I hate those containers with tiny tabs that are impossible to open…
This was one of the most productive discussions I have read in some time. I thank the poet himself and…
Aw shucks, Ma'am. In several ways I am that shrinking man: in stature, financially, and in poetic productivity. I'm glad…
There is a sense of the surreal in this poem, and almost like a Dali or Magritte image painted (or in this case expressed) for our imagination, and all wrapped up in an environmental and placement contradiction. I enjoyed it. Thank you.