Audio: There Was a Little Man

Yesterday I mentioned having a poem included in Free$5, which you should go grab yourself a copy of, and here’s one of them. It’s part of a set I’ve been working on with a drummer friend in our as-yet-to-be-named duo featuring drums and poetry. If you like this, keep on the lookout for more. AndContinue reading “Audio: There Was a Little Man”

How to Make Something its Opposite

You call it that,call it that repeatedlyWear itGreet people with itSell it cheaplyEat lunch on itBroadcast it in the lyrics of a song, a catchy song, one people will hum the melody toAttach to it a favorable sentiment,and fit it to the whip antenna of the tallest trucks and morning bumpersas you call it that,Continue reading “How to Make Something its Opposite”

Big Yellow Chickens– Florida is Where Woke Goes to Die, ch 6

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”

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!

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”