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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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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 

 

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