Curtain
This is a poet I’ve been following for some time
and enjoy his work.
Curtain
Adept at withdrawal, it retreats.
How appropriate, we think,
that its body curls
with the wind’s
tug, offering
only the
slightest
resistance. Then
it returns,
bringing to mind
the habitual offender
whose discomfiture
lies in choice,
the fear
of enclosure
removed. The
forward glance.
And back again,
whispering its
edict: concede, reclaim.
Give and take. We are as one.
“Curtain” last appeared on the blog in July 2017.
when the wheels come off…
We are not perfect. Perhaps only an experiment doomed to failure.
i cannot sleep
i hear
the night drums
pounding
within
my head
waking me
a
cold sweat
envelopes my body
in a shroud
of
fear
a civil war
is
coming
history
is about
to
be
repeated
once again
brother
against
brother
blood soaked
passions
will fill the gutters
of
hate and intolerance
a nation
poised
to
self-destructed
fulfilling
ancient prophecies
but
the dead
will not rise
nor
will the meek
inherit
the ravaged earth
they shall be
as
all shall be
the roadkill
of
man’s accelerated
greed
the twitter diet…
Could that be called ‘false news’?
lies and alibis
seem to be served up daily
a white house cuisine
OPINIONS & OBSERVATIONS
A LOOK INTO THE FUTURE, PERHAPS
I know, I know, this blog is meant to benefit writers on trying to get published. But there is so much ‘stuff’ going on in our country that I find it difficult to concentrate on this blog’s purpose, and for that matter, on this country’s current purpose.
I will return with information for writers. I promise. But I cannot ignore what is happening to the country I love, why it is happening and what the future may hold.
Shortly after the new tax bill was passed, I read or heard a prediction. Unfortunately I cannot quote the source. But the prediction was you would be able to tell which companies were using the new-found wealth to benefit their company and improve the economy. You could also identify the companies who didn’t give a shit about the economy or their workers. There only aim was to benefit the stock holders by buying back their stock.
The information that follows is from an article written by Stan Choe of the Associated Press. I read the article in the Daily Local New, a Pennsylvania paper 6/28/18. In this article he states:
“Stock repurchases hit 189.1 billion dollars in the first quarter for S&P 500 according to preliminary results from S&P Dow Jones Indices. That tops the prior record of 171.9 billion set during the summer of 2017, just before the Great Recession struck.”
There is a great deal more information in the article, and if you are interested in this country’s future, check it out.
This country has become a fiction which I cannot believe.
I tried to find the article to include in this piece. It’s like it disappeared.
POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS
When you can purchase whatever you desire
Those possessions no longer
Have value.p
June 16
This is a blog I have been following for years. Enjoy.
a bird picks at gravel
under the grape vines
they are producing this year
green-hued pearls
small and bitter
nothing much
but grit and potential
the birds won’t touch them
shrieking away
in a burnt out pine
the violence of nature
is arbitrary
unlike ours
familias unidas no dividadas
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and when they were departed behold the angel of the Lord appeareth to Joseph in a dream saying arise and take the young child and his mother and flee to Egypt
when he arose he took the young child and his mother by night and departed into Egypt
now the LORD had said unto Abram get thee out of thy county
and Abram went down into Egypt to sojourn there for famine was grievous in the land
thou shalt neither vex a stranger nor oppress him for ye were strangers in the land of Egypt
if a stranger sojourn with…
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When to Say Goodbye
Dog lovers will understand.
When to Say Goodbye
If all goes well it will never happen.
The dry grass in the shade whispers
while the vines crunch underfoot,
releasing a bitter odor. A year ago
I led my dog to his death, the third
in five years. How such counting
precedes affection, dwindles ever
so slowly, one star winking out after
another, till only the morning gray
hangs above us, solemn, indefinite.
Voiceless. If I could cock my head
to howl, who would understand? Not
one dog or three, neither mother nor
mentor, not my friend’s sister nor her
father and his nephews, the two boys
belted safely in the back seat. No.
I walk downhill and closer to the creek,
where the vines are still green.
In the shade of a large cedar, a turtle
slips into the water and eases away.
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“When to Say Goodbye,” drafted during the…
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