At World’s End

Look out there! For once, just look. Look! Isn’t it beautiful? These lights in the sky, sparkling, burning, moving! Stop! Stop for just a moment. Stop the wars. Stop the fighting. Stop the name calling. Stop the hatred. Stop fighting for some stupid job so…

Nevermind the Heroic

Heroes of the sixth sit, like slaves, in a cell six by six, while they play business as usual. Viscous lies, vicious against heroes of the sixth. Brave, unpaid soldiers for the free world. Snakes in suits remind themselves with heroes of the sixth that……

The Grapes of Wrath

He must not like books, but he thinks he likes me. Strange fool that he is. Or was… Really? Is that still the reason for all this gang stalking? All upset after 40 years because I refused to wave in your parade? Did Harry come…

Gator Bait

Ooh! Is that a gator there, waiting to be fed? A pile of fish to the other side writhing like ancient snakes. It’s a party! On both sides of the divide. Better hide! Better hide! Lest you be gator bait!

Rain, Beautiful Rain!

Then, hide from the rain! I shout to those whose job is to keep their jobs at all costs to we the people. You, whose umbrella policies invade and degrade the lives of those who pay your way. Hide from the rain! It’s coming.

My Name is Janus Joy Miller!

The Glass Menagerie, by Tennessee Williams I was Amanda, and he missed the poignance. There at the end we sat as in family montage. No bows, odd applause, though we had done well. Just a few in the audience, a small black box theater in…

Rage

She was a twinkle in Grandfather’s eye my lovely, precious mother Objectified. An icon. Not human. But she was my mother! She would be 96 this year were it not for erections and selections of commodities like me. She was my MOTHER! My mother, my…

1922, Ireland

1922, Ireland   Michael Collins took on a task that reminds me too much of Sisyphus, the Greek mythological king punished for continued misleading.   Sisyphus was forced to push a large boulder Uphill a difficult task for sure! Michael Collins, too, is expected to…

Charred Earth

I was a child when I went to school in a building. Six. My brother, Jake, was ten just learning science and long division. I knew how to read and multiply. That was the night I knew why Spot ran away. The crash through the…

Still Stands the Truth

“Tell ‘em all to stand up! Tell ‘em! Tell ‘em!” As if it will do any good. Let someone else stand up. Someone else, surely, will take a stand against the ills of this world. I am too busy being an artist, too busy being…