literature sociology

smoke rise

i am the seventh great granddaughter

of pocahontas

7th daughter of a 7th daughter

the smoke rise witch queen naturally reborn

as the vengeance

of a Kentucky prairie

filled with the blood

of 16 thousand dead cherokees

i have come for what was ours

i have come to dethrone unjust kings

Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

they got this depression on, and i gots to do for me and mine (or fuck sallie mae)

after three forays through college
trying to cope with the evolving deeds
of dirty politicians
i will die owing our grand government
for my higher education

unless i can land
a good job
as a high class call girl
sucking cock
laughing at unfunny jokes
and taking it up the ass

for no less
than 1,000 dollars
a night

yeah, baby

i could have this shit licked
in the same amout of time
moses was driving the love boat
across the dead sea

is it sad
i think the only downside of this
is my time becoming so sacrosanct
i’ll never get to my laundry

poetry Uncategorized

things you cannot write

i don’t regret hurting you

i do regret knowing you

you’re the reason why our kids are ugly

i don’t care for the ginsberg poem

i’m not hung up on living past forty

i enjoy a big piece of meat in all forms

i think all poetry should be free verse

vanilla should be outlawed

marijuana should be legal

rapists and pedophiles and corrupt bankers should be executed

incendiary is good

i don’t give a fuck about my cholesterol

the government should forget everything they’re doing and begin again

people should throw out their child’s video game system while they still have some semblance of a soul

put a book in your child’s hands so they read it and learn empathy

take a walk every day

own a dog

be marvelously kind even when you don’t feel like it

liquor is good

sex is good

shut up and listen regularly



i’m falling in love with you



reality tv should end

abortions should be free and considered an act of mercy

women should be paid equally

water should be cherished

insurance companies should be banished

men should not be bashed for having balls

national healthcare need be implemented

all weapons should be melted into a temple built to honor peace

dance to music daily

religion should be do it yourself

poetry Uncategorized

depression glass

the evening
hears the chickens cluck
they eat tomato seeds
from an attentive keeper
the spider lady plants
lean against the old wood shop
lavender hookers
the sun is dripping
down the house’s western
grapevine growing side
and the wind chimes
are playing
counting flowers on the wall
by the statler brothers
the garden is in a state of grand decline
purple faced petunias
who don’t know
not to be beautiful
float upward after drinking rain
the picnic table
has a centerpiece
of foxfire
for the half august moon
the smell
of fall
a notion
within the breeze
upon my face
i fear the coming winter
for two hundred year old trees
roots weakened
by shifting soil
that remembers
native curses uttered
this earth parched for water
of provincial people
carbon bonded
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