A lot of blogs at once.
And why not?
It thins
the list
of waiting drafts.


You clear away the fog.
Funny, I didn’t even
know the fog was there.
I just thought that was the way
things look.

If it takes glasses to see things clearly,
everybody needs glasses.


Lost and Found
at the same time?


It came to you in your sleep.
How can I snuggle into your mind?
I’m already in your head.


Congress
the gutless wonders
exercising
pre-emptive compliance


Tommy Tuberville.

Is that his real name?
Are his parents to blame?
as he joins the list
of funny names like
Tommy Tune
Buckaroo Bonzai
Itchy & Scratcy
Make your own list
I remember in High School
how one of us
Leonora Peel
joked how her mother
considered naming her Orange

We have
the freedom to choose
how we name ourselves
and who we want to be


the blogs come
thick and fast
to match the speed
of need


Squeeze me
and out comes a squib


When the words come at you,
don’t dodge.


The Naked Truth

Being naked
should desirably
arouse us.
But the naked truth
makes us look away.

No wonder we got rid of it.


Do you want me to bring you
milk for your coffee?
Yes, of course, please, yes.
I’m being spoiled,
and I’ll milk it
for as long as I can.


The shooters
wear the logo.


The best part of waking up
Is bullets in your gun.


Bird flu
caused the death of chickens
and the loss of eggs.
But climate deniers
are science deniers
just when medicine
was getting closer
to curing cancer
which we still have
without eggs.
“Don’t blame me,”
says cancer
and the chickens.



No wonder they’re closing the schools.
It’s a full time job
to keep everybody
as ignorant as you.
The blind leading the blind.


In Memoriam Trump

The Administration has announced
A National Day of Mourning.
Already you can hear the cheering.

The Archbishop is giving a mixed blessing.
Ministers are opening their
Trump Bibles for the first time.
Sharpies are going out of business.
Rifle ranges are losing members.
Women all over the world
are sighing in relief.
Citizens with an accent
are coming out
of the kitchen and the woodwork.
It’s a Day to Remember.
Facts are being checked again.
Children are going to school.
Medicine has mastered disease.
There is Peace on Earth.
The Day of Remembrance
is a Day to Remember
and bring back
and look forward
and live again in harmony
and breathe clean air
and drink the water
and eat the food
even eggs.


I name you.
Now I own you.


The NRA gives you the right
to shoot the gun
but not to choose
the target.
There still are
rules and laws and limits.


At the Dinner Table

“So Mama, what is Trump
up to today?”
“Don’t you say that name
in this house!
Don’t use such language
at my dinner table!
Go wash your mouth out
with soap!”
“But Mama, I was only asking…”
“Go! Now! Soap’s in the bathroom.
But hurry up!
We’ll wait for you,
but we won’t wait all day.”
“Mama…”
“Not another word!”


Official Decree

Put a stop to him.
I don’t care how you do it.
Here’s my list.
Be sure you’re not on it.


Fruit at the Bottom

This time it’s Noosa Yogurt
though Chobani is also very good.
Today I’m trying blueberry
for the first time.
We always loved peach
and lemon honey.
You get to stir
from the bottom
to get your morning exercise
and wake up your palate
to heaven.
Who says
there’s nothing
good left
when it’s
all around us.


Getting better.
I don’t even have to hide
how much better I’m getting.
Maybe soon
or soon enough
I’ll play tennis again,
something I haven’t done for years.
I’ll confront
my inherent laziness
and maybe this time
I’ll master it
and learn how to hold
the racket.
It’s not a second childhood,
but it is a second youth,
a second chance.