Posted at 6:41 pm , on November 6, 2018
I can vote to veto
hate and fear-mongering politicos,
a refusal to aid and abet upper-echelon manifestos.
You can vote to veto
whatever tickles your own toes,
a fair bet to ensure your own democratic say-so.
But please don’t vote to veto
it’s absence begets and kowtows to a discordant symphony.
Posted at 12:15 am , on October 27, 2018
Thank goodness for daily prompts when you need them.
languid flame flickering
its haunted hollow
turning a pinprick pyre into respite
resisting the open wound onyx night
Posted at 11:36 pm , on October 19, 2018
I read a tale about a young banshee,
who wailed of widespread, whispering despair.
But the man, he lambasted her decree
and shushed and hushed the howling as unfair.
From then on, the ban she breathed was brutal.
While the man, he nabbed fame and accolades,
and she nabbed death threats and disapproval.
She was banished, beleaguered, and betrayed.
Alone, the banshee refused the silence
and asked Can she? and if they could ban her.
Sister banshees all formed an alliance
and marched with “Ban He” written on banners.
And finally the power-crazed Macbeths
left banshees be and faced symbolic death.
Posted at 11:41 pm , on October 12, 2018
I am only posting because I’ve committed to writing a post weekly. Be prepared to be less than underwhelmed.
(Disclaimer–These are not true to form haiku and run together to form one mildly incoherent poem.)
I’ve taught class all week
with an annoying fever
and ear infection.
Why teach while I’m sick?
Because if I don’t show the
kids are lunatics.
I try to save days
for scheduled doc visits
and personal leave.
I save my sick days
because I’m a mother and
my kid gets ill, too.
Teaching while febrile,
delirious, and loopy
makes students nervous.
I love an excuse
to force students to question
my stability . . .
(and ‘cause messing with
them while I’m sick makes me feel
a tad bit better.)
Posted at 8:23 pm , on September 28, 2018
ensnares all the boys
polish and posture
cheekbones and allure
style and grace
smart with a pretty face
smirks his devil-may-care grin
whiskey and cokes
tattoos and smokes
lies and alibis
trouble in a handsome disguise
Poise collides with Sin’s eyes,
and poison sighs.