June 28, 2016

It could be so simple,


To make sure there is enough

To go around – so no mother

Watches her child starve.

The world’s created – in man’s

image. Violence, cash,

“Man-up” have taken hold.

While the elements that matter 

Are swept away as woman’s

Trivial dust. 


This is Poem #106 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.