Injustice in America Form: The Bop Ann WJ White When a teen, I raised my fists against racism, violence; but for LBGTQ rights, women, elders, battered children, nature. I squeaked and squawked in righteous fury, pushed away, seated, a white bread girl against a tide…

the town-crier said they said they will give the homeless shelter they said the homeless should come around and register they said each homeless will need a number they said to get the number a homeless must bring his mother they said whoever does not…

If we can’t fill tiny stomach, let us try to save one single grain that made tiny stomach drain. If we can’t make tiny face happy, let us try to be a clown that will make their sadness down. If we can’t take care of…

He does not wait well he taps and fidgets and huffs. I write and try to hurry. Because he does not wait well. Then I think of all the times I waited. For lesser reasons. Shoot, I am writing this darn poem. He can wait…

Listen Hunting Dodge Duck Wood The following is the recipe for finding an ideal lover. Follow the rules. Keep it close and you may just about find your ideal lover. It is a difficult task to find an ideal lover. However, if you insist on…

A Recipe for Ripened Intellect, Submission #2, Ann WJ White Life is a stream of books, stacked in piles to peruse. Grated science fiction, mixed with forked dramas, particle physics discovered in 420BC, for added flavor. History, biographies, romance and other non-fiction, Twisted about, squeezed….

I can venture out right now, in sloppy hills of valleys where every height gives fright. The ups and down are sudden, when I am on car of wooden. I ride the car, getting millions of scars to make memorable my drastic oldage while I…

I come by my radical feminism honestly as scrupulously as can a middle-aged guy like me I come from a long line of strong women immigrants occupation resistors pogrom survivors Great Depression scrappers and savers who made do and much more blue-collar unionists organizers women…

it is not every day one gets to meet a woman like you perhaps, it is the way heavens have blessed me to have known you perhaps, it is your charm and the things you did not do perhaps, your warmth is in what you…

Bare feet with dwindling heat, entered this world with hope of her own world. The world,gloomy,grimmy disheartened her, every stride frightened her despite she imagined her own world. Rose queen killed by her thorns, left nothing to torn. She rose again with hope of her…