It Out-Herods Herod

  [Poem] Because you are neither hot nor cold, I shall spit you out of my mouth said Jesus. But what would He make of this new gang in the White House who are hot and cold at the same time? Hot to undue all progress and cold of heart as the coldest stone frozen...

The Postmodern White House

The School of Postmodernism [Poem] Donald J. Trump, the country’s first postmodern president has shown us that there is no Truth. Truth is a relative construct and shifts with each speaker’s notion of “reality” or anti-reality which itself is a postmodern concept...

Shelter in Place

  [Poem] The corpocracy that controls us all, tells us that when the great cosmic foot comes crashing down upon your own private anthill or city or hotel or public space your instructions are always to: Shelter in place. Good advice on a daily basis, they say....

Christian Love in the Age of Trump

  [Poem] It’s hard being a Christian these days when you are supposed to love your neighbor, your sisters, your brothers-in-law who all voted a narcissistic megalomaniac with the attention span of a child into the most powerful position in the world with the...

Spring Again

[Poem]  After winter’s ragged grin, spring comes greening in with leaf-curling smiles of hope for new beginnings: delirious-wild-flowerings in the serious month of May and, in spite of Eliot’s cruelest month, crocus and Iris and lilac and clematis, jonquils and tulips...