I’m honored today to see my poem “Delaware Sheets” published by The Piker Press. You can find it right here.
As always, thank you, Editor Sand Pilarski, for allowing me to be a part of The Piker Press community.
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“L’amour Blesse,” Jules Lefebvre, 19th Century
“Love Hurts.” Oil on canvas.
“Show me a man or a woman alone and I’ll show you a saint.”
“Show me a man or a woman alone and I’ll show you a saint. Give me two and they’ll fall in love. Give me three and they’ll invent the charming thing we call “society.” Give me four and they’ll build a pyramid. Give me five and they’ll make one an outcast. Give me six and they’ll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they’ll reinvent warfare. Man may have been made in the image of God, but human society was made in the image of His opposite number, and is always trying to get back home.”
— from Stephen King’s The Stand
Photo credit: By Stephanie Lawton – https://www.flickr.com/photos/steph_lawton/7634622516/, CC BY 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=50296410
It’s all about branding.
Maybe the Kurds should have worn swastikas on their uniforms, so that Donald Trump would support them.
Photo credit: Charlottesville ‘Unite the Right’ Rally. Anthony Crider; cropped by Beyond My Ken (talk) 20:37, 9 April 2018 (UTC) [CC BY 2.0 (https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)%5D
“And we are here as on a darkling plain …”
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
— from Matthew Arnold’s “Dover Beach”
Photo credit: Vittorio Zamboni vittorio_zamboni [CC0]
Poster for Arthur Miller’s “Death of a Salesman,” Cox Theatre, circa 1949
Cincinnati.
Why do I feel attacked?
The meme below was created by J.D. Smith. I’ve met at least two of these criteria. I’m embarrassed to say which.
Gonna write me a poem based on a pun.
Gonna call it “No Poem Intended.”
