Posts for June 19, 2025 (page 4)

Chain of command                                                Nonexistent
Chain of fools                                                          President, VP & Cabinet
Chain of evidence                                                   Irrevelant
Chain, chain, chain                                                 Chain, chain, chain

Chain saw                                                                  Cuts to safety nets
Chain reaction                                                          Cowards on the bandwagon
Chain letters                                                              Executive orders
Chain chain, chain                                                   Chain, chain, chain

Food chain                                                                   Money above all else
Ball and chain                                                             Rule of law
Off the chain                                                                Our democracy
Chain, chain, chain                                                    Chain, chain, chain

Now they got us where they want us                      Overwhelmed, confused
But the chain is weak                                                  It’s due to break
Don your chain mail                                                    Plant your feet
It’s time to fight                                                              For our rights
Chain, chain, chain                                                        Chain, chain, chain

incomplete snack

New vine,
bright green,
curled end,
small leaf buds?

Or old, dead vine,
light yellow,
dried and bent,
torn leaf remains?

I can’t tell from here. 

Sometimes when we take a good look into the past
and we see injustice and prejudice that ran rampant
It makes me so very sad, yet what is even more sad
is that it exists still today, not only in the same form 
from the past, but even more groups of people are
the victims of racism, predjudice, and injustice
We, as a society, need to DO BETTER

Back porch sittin’
is where I want to be.
Lake view livin’
is what I want to see.

        As I sat to write,

        two spike bucks,
        possibly twins this spring,    
        came out of the woods
        to eat apple peelings
        I tossed out.
——-
        Their spikes were covered
        with velvet.
        They displayed wild looks
        toward  the house.
        Finally, they ate and turned away.
——
        They saw themselves in two old,
        discarded mirrors,
        and then they bolted
        into the woods,
        fleeing their own images.

I’ve tried to make my words
flowery and kind,
while my heart remains made of
stone and anger.
I fight tooth and nail
to cling to any hope I have
for humanity’s ultimate triumph
on the other side of
an inevitable collapse.
Why aren’t you listening?
Why aren’t you listening?
Why aren’t you fucking listening?

Death has risen in the sky
like a moon, cold & sharp,
slicing my sleep, daring me
to close my eyes, lest visions
of those I’ve lost burn my
brain to nothingness.  

So I think I’ll fly—no, swim,
since that night orb has its own
gravity—swim with mermaid
tail through passionflower
with its wavy filament & spoke-
centered pansy & poppy cauldron,
where all manner of stem & leaf
tickle my skin.  

And when I break surface & lean
on lily tongues & catch my breath
between hibiscus sails & tickseed
pinwheels, I may consider seeking
shade under coneflower parasols,
but my scales will flash, sun
bearers, nimbly-spangling green
ground where blade-  

waves swell, crest, ebb,
rhythmic cradles for a woman
who has given up her legs
& only wishes to be
reef-rocked, where anemone
curls & unfurls & blanket
octopi cover her with their
maroon streamers.  

Hummingbird heart rate,
I burn loops through the house.
I swear nothing changes.
Not the time, not the sour 
blood in my mouth. Willing
heavy sleep to set in stillness,
rid myself of all consequence.