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News Poetry: A Day Like a Watch Tower
New Year’s Day 2019 we looktoward the months to come,alert as a widow in the night, 1945,an empty school on the hill,spy glasses aimed...
News Poetry: How to Love a Monster
It’s all in my head, the morning news,
mourning cities and synagogues.
I sit here muttering until
my mouth goes dry,
fingers cramp around the pen.
Sorrow is below,...
News Poetry: I’ve been called names
I’ve been called names,
unhinged, wacko names,
un-American and treasonous.
The angry mob. Evil.
I’ve been called evil.
I incite Hondurans to walk
a thousand miles for refuge.
I’m hunger, nights on...
News Poetry: Food Chain
On your sofa, a visitor—
call it puma, mountain lion,
or panther, it is not
the fine mouser you left there
curled on your couch. That cat
has been...
News Poetry: Upslope Downfall
Brilliant trees
drop
their gold.
Today’s Supreme Court
nominee
Yesterday’s boozy rapist
Humphrey’s voice
for civil rights against
his Southern colleagues
only to take
the progressive teeter
to Johnson’s Texas totter
At a too perfect fall...
News Poetry: In Syria
soon my fingers say
crickets sing
the river laughs
death dances
words like a weariness ...
News Poetry: A Day at the Library (and no, I don’t mean Amazon)
It could be any day, but let’s say it’s Sunday.
A little before one. The line outside the door
forms like a queue at the deli....
News Poetry: Paving Meadowlarks
A reporter stands knee deep
in swirling prairie
while wind bullies the mic.
Pushing hair from her face,
she tells viewers about plans
to develop this vastness.
The camera scans...
News Poetry: Three Bars of Summer 2018
Three Bars of Summer 2018
Karen Betstadt
I.
Hard brown coating constrains
the running of cold white cream.
I study the brown rectangle.
choose a corner; bite.
Like a skater falling
through...
News Poetry: Waxing
Everyone’s cranky. The bees
are cross though they don’t know the president,
though they take a dim view
of outsiders to their hives, though they guard
sweet wealth...