The Piker Press will publish three more of my poems.

I do realize that publication announcements are the last thing on anyone’s mind right now, given what is going on in our country.  (It is still our country, isn’t it?)

But I’d be remiss if I didn’t thank Sand Pilarski over at The Piker Press for accepting three more of my poems.  The online magazine will publish “Bumblebee” on August 24, “prayer upon an empty hilltop” on September 14, and “Contagion Is a Despot Poet” on October 19.

Stay safe, my friends.

It is times like this when I like to remember one of my favorite quotes:

There are those who will say that the liberation of humanity, the freedom of man and mind, is nothing but a dream.

They are right. It is the American Dream.

— Archibald MacLeish

 

 

 

Cover to “Liberty Comics” #2, Tim Sale, 2008

Comic Book Legal Defense Fund.  Image Comics.

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The George Washington Masonic National Memorial — filtered.

This is the well known monument in Alexandria, Virginia — with a little photo editing.

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Cover to “Give Me Liberty” #1, Dave Gibbons, 1990

Dark Horse Comics.

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I still can’t ****ing believe it. 

I still can’t ****ing believe it.  I can’t believe the President of the United States had tear gas and rubber bullets fired at peaceful protesters last night so he could clear the way for a photo op.

This is junta bullshit.

Look at the footage.

Look at the cops beating people with batons so that this ****head could stand in front of a church with a Bible over his head.

This is not America.

 

 

“Column of the Pharaoh Taharqa, with Temple Ruins at Karnac,” by Louis Haghe after David Roberts, 1849

Colored lithograph.

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“How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43),” by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

 

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Engraving by Thomas Oldham Barlow, 1880

Cover of Le Petit Journal, Oct 7, 1906

Depicting the Atlanta Race Riot of 1906.

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Quick tip.

If you want to see even 1 percent of what is happening in America’s cities right now, put aside Facebook and WordPress and get on Twitter.  There is an abundance of footage from cell phone cameras and from local news stations.

Even before the current national crisis, I consistently learned 100 times more from my Twitter feed than from other platforms.  (Of course it depends largely on who you “follow,” but still.)

 

 

Tondo from an Attic Greek red figure cup, circa 435 BC

Linos (named, on the right) holds a papyrus roll while his pupil, Mousaios (named, on the left), holds writing tablets.

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