a poetic journal.
A poem by the great Langston Hughes, with a Recipe for American Pie by Milton Bowens. ✌️
Let America be America again.Continue reading “Happy 4th”
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
Mugwumps, the lot of you, silent foolsContinue reading “Mugwumps and Tub-thumpers”
on the sidelines watching a select few
tub-thump an agenda sure to fail.
Caucuses challenge contrary concepts conjured by the converts
of the demagogue who clogs
compliant channels with vacuous pettifog…
Recorded on July 9, 2020. Sharing a song tonight. An a cappella lyric called Ten Feet Tall.
Question of the night: what is one positive word you use to describe yourself?
Tonights hosts: the wonderful duo of Hanna and Transe
Continue reading “Ten Feet Tall”
Filmed on April 15th, 2021. Two poems, He Kissed Me followed by an untitled note to a friend. This was a special evening. It was the Freedom of Speech anniversary show and the first time we were all together in person since the lockdown. What an evening, what a group of great people.
Continue reading “He Kissed Me plus one.”
Much to my chagrin, dictionary dot comContinue reading “Wtf dictionary dot com”
decided to update their app and website.
Doing so they basically did away
with thesaurus dot com and
the synonym of the day.
No Way! I shuddered.
This can't be!
Synonym of the day was an integral part
of how I broke my block.
She found a shamrock on the stair
picked it up and placed it in her hair
Took it as an opportune sign
that today was the day she’d shine
Then she opened the door and was killed by a bear.
I started off the year right. I had a plan and held to it for the first week. Then all hell broke loose and LA caught fire. The destruction has distracted me for the last few days. I couldn’t concentrate as the wind battered my bungalow and flipped the tarp in my backyard upside down and around. A fellow coworker isn’t doing much to help as I take on her shifts while she heals thyself. 4 days later I’m out of sync need some mental healing myself. My body is drained and just doing the minimum to maintain. I know what to do but a restorative sleep isn’t as easy as all that, not when one has a cat. But day by day, piece by piece, I’ll reset my clock and restart the plan.
First I just need to get through this day and not worry about what I can’t control. Worry is a wonder that has often stopped me dead, I let too much rest uneasy in my head.
I write this on the bus, there’s only 2 more stops. Oh good god the bus is changing shifts! Let it go, girl & breathe. Every thing will be ok.
ps I love LA.
A new year, a new prompt. I still like the look of the words of the day but last year was a wreck which did and didn’t go my way.
A new job, at an old place. A new disease for my pet, I didn’t want to face. But my schedule needs changing, as does my life.
I have commitments now and still have no time. I have a plan for the new year, no resolutions here! Fingers crossed I follow through lest I waste another year.
Maybe I can rejuvenate this tired mind.
I’m a tabula rasa, a blank slate who’s flying blind. Easily distracted from the goals I hold often tripping over threads and falling into rabbit holes.
Just like now, I’ve barely punched in, and am already bitched at by a privileged prick about tips. Oh (insert eye roll) I’ve had enough but I’ve got to let it go. There is a future for me and more to write. I already have 2 on the back burner to start before tomorrow, if I don’t then I can’t regret when I lament about where my dreams went.
Bonjour petite nouvelle annéeContinue reading “2024”
bienvenue à ce monde!
May I finally
take advantage
of your charms
and not let you
pass by so quickly.
Sometimes I seem and can be
too self-absorbed
so much so I barely notice
what day, week or month I’m in
such a fool am I, when
(almost) every one
of your day should
be experienced to the fullest
for every moment there is a melodyContinue reading “memories”
a seemingly random lyric
it can conjure a long lost memory
or define the time
where you are now.
It makes you smile.
It makes you cry.
makes you think you can sing
makes you believe,
reminds you it’s ok to dream.
mhughes poetry 