Because Florida just can’t stop. You know the tune, sing along, make up your own words. (Apologies to Joanie Mitchell.) Despite Webster Barnaby’s wonderful name, and despite his ability to voice that he is confused and doesn’t understand a vulnerable population in America, he doesn’t take the next step that a decent person takes, especiallyContinue reading “Big Yellow Chickens– Florida is Where Woke Goes to Die, ch 6”
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Julia’s Squeezy TV Remote
I was fortunate to have known all four of my grandparents as a child. The last to survive, my maternal grandfather, Clark, recently passed at a month shy of ninety-nine. He was a machinist, a veteran (though he never talked about that), and tinkerer. He had a motorcycle, the first one I ever rode on.Continue reading “Julia’s Squeezy TV Remote”
God, All He Ever Does is Talk About that Fire – Florida is Where Woke Goes to Die chapter 5
A short play about the cultural center of American Fascism: Florida, where woke goes to die
The Murdoch Ballad to Tucker Carlson’s Face
Tucker, Tucker get your face screwed on there’s a sucker, sucker just about to be born We paved the lane to your door, hung the shingle outside, all you got to do is sell them something they’ll buy While you’re at it, we got a little potion they might try It’ll make ‘em believe theyContinue reading “The Murdoch Ballad to Tucker Carlson’s Face”
Come On In, the Sand’s Fine!
Florida is Where Woke Goes to Die, chapter 4: Come On In, the Sand’s Fine! Thus concludes this four-chapter protest of the Sunshine State and its quick embrace of fascism. Remember, you can’t shoot your fear, you can only learn. Thank you for following along! Keep your heads out of the sand!
A Joke From the Future
Chapter 3 of Florida is Where Woke Goes to Die is a joke from the future. I was once arrested in Florida. I was arrested for smuggling books. But, I got off on a technicality. No one in Florida could prove they were books.
It Must Be the Sunshine
A short play about government-sponsored child abuse.
Happiness is Warm Florida Sand
Bury me right up to my neck in the warm Florida sand, where I feel safe where I get a tan Where no one can do nothing to upset my feelings as pure as this sand in which I’m buried, right up to my neck, and from which I sprout, like a tree, out ofContinue reading “Happiness is Warm Florida Sand”
A Failure of Imagination: a poem on the January 6 Insurrection
With a nod to Kurt Vonnegut and Bob Dylan, and a call-out with special thanks and praise to Sergeant Eugene Goodman. The threat comes again, and again, and again, rising like the wind itself, the threat of fascism. *The refrain Why? Why, why, why? Why, why, why? repeated twice in the poem should be sungContinue reading “A Failure of Imagination: a poem on the January 6 Insurrection”
Chris Bevens | pedalpoet 