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News Poetry

News Poetry: “2018: The Year in Review – A Prose Poem”

At Garrison Keillor’s Hague trial for fixing The World Cup, Justice Gorsuch mistakenly referred to George Papadopoulos as “George Pocahontas”. In the ensuing melee,...

News Poetry: Made in America

You have the right to bear arms to bear poverty to bear discrimination. You have the right to assemble in free-speech zones behind well-marked chain link fences. You have the...

News Poetry: “Belle Turnbull: Colorado’s Unsung Master”

Long-versed as we’ve been, deep-footed in pioneer doggerel, blind poet fancies & sing-song sentimentalities -- those Victorian staples of mining camp news- papers in post-statehood Colorado – it came...

News Poetry: Puerto Rico, Preamble for an Elegy

Seems blue tarp ____is the new shade this season, ____and light comes battery and generator driven. What the wind stripped ____was patina of paradise and the skin beneath ____not...

News Poetry: (Survivors)

Language is like eating ice cream, with a fork.  I apologize to another person for forgetting their birthday  and wonder if it’s possible to forget something...

News Poetry: Hating Hillary

My sister starts a story she heard       from a wealthy Miami restaurateur                 leans close this is before...

News Poetry: Bedtime Story for Denver

Once again upon too many times, a girl was stolen from her family and delivered to men. They leered, breathed fire down her neck, nodded to one...

News Poetry: A Different Sort of Eden

Sometimes a woman, to defend herself, or her cubs, will dress up as a bear, pluck, one by one, the twenty ribs of a man, and strap...

News Poetry: Me Too

Me Too If you want to know         rage rags on women         like menstrual blues Sit down here and I’ll         wash...

News Poetry: The Judas Horse

The Judas Horse In the forgotten acres of the American west, sun-splashed, alkaline places, stone-strewn and arid, there are pockets of wild horses living on miles and miles of miles and...