Mae BlandingsBonnieMy dog is but a gentle beast White-faced, and with careful ease She spends her days curled up and warm Her legs tucked in, a perfect formNov 6, 2016Nov 6, 2016
Mae BlandingsAlive and WellWho’s that! Who’s dead in my bed! Grim as grim could be, T’is me Cold, stark, and quite alone Nothing left in my flesh, but bonesNov 5, 2016Nov 5, 2016
Mae BlandingsEarly in the a.m. with I AmBefore my mind turns on Before my heartbeat revs Before the sunlit dawns There’s a voice in my headNov 5, 2016Nov 5, 2016
Mae BlandingsOur Self-Righteous VoteFor weeks now, I have been trying to wrap my head around the anger and dissidence erupting around us during this political election. I find…Nov 5, 2016Nov 5, 2016