Promising Hands
Saliva-soaked palms, handshake. Pin to the finger, blood print. Intertwined pinkies, spell chant. One hand to the sky, heart crossed. I wrote this poem for a BlueSky prompt: “What are…
Words Breathe
WORDS ONLY DIE WHEN YOU COMPLY Activate the First Freedom and repeat the terms, scream the phrases they told us are treason: Do not obey. Speak. Sing. Say. Gender Diversity…
End of Democracy
Not enough Americans have been stabbed in the gut survival lust: scouring the drawer a hundred times and finding nothing to devour not a cracker, not even a ketchup packet.…