
I am A Poet
This is not the love poem I planned to write.
I began with the best of intentions.
But last night, we thought we’d catch the evening news
to see if anything important had happened,
and every station was showing Youtube clips
of inconsequential garbage that didn’t matter a bit.
And then, this morning, the lead headline on CNN read,
Fewer homeless, a Bush legacy!
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Ice Walking
We learned to walk on ice. To see it when it seemed not there. To put one foot carefully down, …
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Convergence at the Border
Performed 10/24/18 at World Stage Performance Ctr. Los Angeles as the kick-off for the publication of Extreme, where this poem …
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Sore Loser
Sore losers! you sneer, because they question the way the game was played? Cheaters! they cry, because it just doesn’t …
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The Day Lennon Died
It’s a date I still mark as a point of reference, the apogee of a level of tribulation and pain …
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Lively Hoods
“You never change things by fighting the existing reality. To change something, build a new model that makes the existing …
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Traumatized
The first time I was accused of being a privileged white woman, I was defensive. I tried to explain all …
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Last Judgement
“All Rise!” the bailiff shouted, As the door to the judge’s chambers flung open. Commandeering the entryway, a brilliant figure, …
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Planned Obsolescence
I lie here beside you sleepless enumerating priorities of issues and concluding that time is running out for species Consumeratis Glutonous …
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I Am a Poet
This is not the love poem I planned to write. I began with the best of intentions. But last night, …
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Healthcare Pimps
They said, “Bend over, This is gonna hurt. We’ve got a dose of insurance to insert. We’re sorry for your …
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Tribute to Steve Kowit
It was a privilege to listen to you weave words like a Mayan pattern revealed deliberately, precisely, ingenuously. One poet …
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Winter Solstice
Even as I succumb to this feeling of complete absolute despair, Even as I resign myself That I am helpless …
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One Fearless Force
Oh my dear sisters, do you hear our children crying out to us? From US border camps, From the beaches …
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