“Before I Knew,” by Catherine Zickgraf

Before I knew,

I didn’t know
knowing
would
show
me
knowing
comes
after
not
knowing
I didn’t know.

Catherine Zickgraf
4/18/2017

 

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“Not Yet 100 Days” by Susan Jackson

Not Yet 100 Days

Part One:

Mourning’s not the same this time.
Splintered.
Caffeined
Apoplectic
Asking
Splintered
How…
…this?
….happened?
Splintered.
Time’s not the same, this mourning.

Part Two:

Search forward the next petition, the next march, the next fight—
Hope.
You,
There
reaching
Hope!
Lined-
Soldiers
Armed.
Hope!!;
Petition the search; next, next, next the fight–the March forward!

Susan Jackson
4/16/2017

“Jazz Piano Skinnys” by Le Hinton

Jazz Piano Skinnys

Thelonious Monk

She danced the chord Monk played for
free.
Sweet
dissonance.
Fearless,
free-
flowing
music
breathes
free.
She played the chord Monk danced for.

Bill Evans

“We will meet again,”
Bill
plays.
She
prays.
Bill
dreams.
I
believe,
Bill,
we will meet again.

Art Tatum

We invited genius for tea
this
Sunday
morning.
Across
this
piano,
hands
fly.
This
genius we invited for tea.

Le Hinton
4/5/2017

“The Myth of Skinny Donald Trump” by Sharon Mishler Fox

The Myth of Skinny Donald Trump

Donald Trump spreads lies like butter.
Lies
drape
across
landscape.
Lies
slither
into
crevices.
Lies,

lies Donald Trump spreads like butter.

Trump dines on lies.
Lies
breakfast,
lunch,
dinner,
lies
every
tasteless
snack.
Lies,
Trump dines on lies.

This is the skinny on Donald Trump.
Lies
make
Trump
skinny.
Lies,
meaningless
skin/
bones.
Lies.
The skinny on this is Donald Trump.

Sharon Mishler Fox
3/29/2017