Skipping Rhymes For The New Age

“I have a deadly nightshade
So twisted does it grow-
with berries black as midnight 
And a skull as white as snow 
The vicar’s cocky young son 
Came to drink my tea 
He touched me without asking 
now he’s buried ‘neath a tree”

On The Night Bob Dylan Forgets the Words

On the night that Bob Dylan forgets the words
We’re all going to have to stand up and be…

let me tell you a story but I need to be a little drunk first (poem)

Imagine (with poem)

Imagine lyrics (John Lennon)

NO NEW WRITERS WILL BE ACCEPTED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE

Writing for Resistance Poetry

Trump Proudly Writes His Own Dr. Seuss Poem

I’ll put brown babies in a box, If you just watch the news on Fox

Donald J. Trump … Vietnam Combat veteran.

“I’ve been so lucky in terms of that whole world. It is a dangerous world out there…

Call Me Introvert

A Poem

I know how much you like parties
and loud office banter
and the surge of adrenalin
from…

A Valuable Negro Woman

the silent rage of women (poem)

is often underestimated because 
taken for complicity or agreement 
(if you really cared you’d speak up…