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October 27, 2016

Stupidity abounds. Cynicism
Without critical thinking, is never
A good means to an end.

Fuckers with Second Amendment
Envy and no sense of their own
His tory threaten revolt.

They cannot face the idea
Of Girl Power and competence.
They fear

They are afraid
They are afraid of the wrong
Things. Now, we

Are fearful of them.
Some of my heroes from US History: Congressional Union for Woman’s Suffrage, National Summer Headquarters, 128 Bellevue Avenue, Newport, R. I.

This is Poem #187 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. 

As the 2016 election neared, things were heating up. I wrote this poem after reading about a group of male supremacists who were proposing that the United States should “appeal the Nineteenth Amendment.” It made me realize how tenuous everything is.

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October 21, 2016

When they do not talk 
About you, it is
Like you were never
There at all. In the past

Only white men did
Anything of importance.
The rest of us hid,
Apparently, in the closets

Of history and picked up
Their messes. They are trying
To do it now.
But how

Do you erase the black
President or the woman
This close to it
From your books?

Smear their names
With the media
You own and sit

Back. Let the repetition
And lies do their work.

This is Poem #184 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. 

September 21, 2016

Four counts in;
Out - Every time

I see one of those
signs.

Giant announcements of misogyny,
Racism, and most of all,
Fear. Just write -

"I AM AFRAID"

in your front yard.

But of what?

Can you target
Just what Fox News
Conditioned you to hate

for today?

Tomorrow, they may tell you
To love it, you know,

And you'll obey.

The orange Hitler
Impersonator - we've so much

to lose - is my fear.

Breath in Breath out.
Namaste.


This is Poem #169 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. 

August 14, 2016

We've always had to make excuses,
For the ways of Americans.
We go everywhere -fat,
Big hats, loud shirts, and
Privileged, feeling we own
The world.  But, we do
Not. Brainwashed from an early
Age. In school, told "we're 
the best." 

When we glance
At how others do it, 
We know we're not, 
And that is difficult to accept. 

Can it explain how he rose up like this?
A symptom, I suppose,
Of always being told
You're awesome and then 
The entitlement that flairs
The you refuse to acknowledge 
The lie. 



This is Poem #148 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.

August 13, 2016

After seeing Halsey at Agganis Arena

Black tees, nose rings,
Purple lipstick and cat eyes -
You all give us a place

At the table in future.
Put a young leader on the stage
To sing poetry that empowers

You to step up and be
The 51% who will make
The difference for all

People. We have been locked
In the kitchen for too long.
Denied the rights to our own

Castles. Denying desire,
Like that is some sort
Of trophy. No. Claim

Your sexuality. There is 
No shame. We have been
Burdened as keepers

Of the chaste. We have
Hope if you are with her -
An example of a woman,

Who has fought the whole
Time and all those three-pieces.

Wear a rainbow world 
Of pantsuits or a skirt,
Flats or heals. We will

Not judge your outfits
When you rise up 
To rule the world. 


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This is Poem #147 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.

August 10, 2016

They'll applaud for you,
No matter what you've said
Or done. They expect 
Much but notice little.

Let your talent and creativity
Wane. Your voice gone
Flat during the hit song,
Or change in view.

Those who truly worship 
Will not be swayed
By sudden leaps into mediocrity
Or a total make-over of the heart. 

This is Poem #144 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.

A poem inspired by John Carey’s “To a Cautious Poet

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Put duct tape 

Over my mouth

And the mouth

of my daughter, and

 

We will try 

To yell through the stringed, 

Silver sticky of your

Mask. We’ve had,

 

However, no examples

Of how to do that 

Without accusations

Of witchcraft,

 

Or complaining.

 

She flew to Washington, 

Hopes high for retribution,

But could not find

A ride from the airport.

 

I will guide her still,

With the hope that I am

Not just setting her up

To crash into invisible skies. 

 

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This is Poem #99 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.

I wrote this poem alongside my students after reading John Carey’s poem “To a Cautious Poet,” which is published in Poetry Like Bread, a collection of political poems, which was edited by Martin Espada. The poem speaks of a poet who is “choked by the cord of his caution” after writing his poetry on Venetian blinds and then flashing his words on and off to the world. The prompt was “What would you write on your Venetian blinds?” or as one student put it, “What do you care about enough to die for?”

 

Since today is the Third Annual Women’s March, I felt it appropriate to publish this as a second poem today. #womenswave 

 

May 14, 2016

A series of poems responding to stupid things some men say. 

 

If you are a woman

And you are voting 

For Hillary, then 

 

You must be voting 

With your vagina. 

 

The men with signs

Say so. How

Could you not 

Support the latest,

Old, white dude?

 

She is a liar –

though evidence proves she is more 

honest than a single one of her male competitors-

 

And scandal ridden –

no matter how manufactured each accusation

grew through repetition and branding – 

 

We know, however, that 

For any woman to rise

This close to that

 

Ceiling of shells, obsidian

And clear to clouds,

She must be

Phenomenal. 

This is Poem #78 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

April 9, 2016

 

We are still working

Hard – filing away

The shackles of Patriarchy –

 

Wondering where to drop

Them without littering

The world. But if

We talk too loudly,

 

And point it out, well,

We are whining and complaining;

Angry feminists all.

 

Once Helen Keller

Wrote a story and it

All was a rehash

Of something she had

Already read with her hands.

 

I wonder,

Is everything we

Do under a paper doll

Shadow of men.

 

This is poem #56 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

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The news would have you

Believe that shark attacks

Are devastating

The human race –

 

Shredding our limbs,

Bloodying the ocean waters

With their appetites

And pointy teeth, but

 

Statistical data

Proves otherwise.

The number two

Animal killer of

Humans is humans.

 

The savagery of a large dog,

The venomous bite of a snake,

Are threats, I suppose, but

 

Nothing compared

To the angry young

Man with a semi

 

Automatic rifle

And a great white

Ego to sooth.

 

This is Poem #49 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

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