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Posted Here This Day in 2018

This is the SYSTEM the FATHERS built. These are the COURTS that rule in the SYSTEM the FATHERS built. These are the JUDGES who bench the COURTS that rule in the SYSTEM the FATHERS built. This is the PREZ who … Continue reading

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A-B-C-D-D-C-B-A

every need fights to makeits voice heard, to befulfilled with a gentle touch (from K. LINES THAT AIM TO BE) K’s lines, encountered after I had spewed the below caustic grump at the demons of my own distractedness, furnished an … Continue reading

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Mid-May on the Littoral

It stupefies, it sickens, it infuriates.(Philip Roth on American life in the 1960s) I fear I’ve morphed into a carping nag.Crafting invective merely fêtes the boor,vomitous bilge the thing that feeds his root.It’s to priss froufrou-like at the galaof distress, … Continue reading

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Messy Antic Bomb Bard

I compel you in the name of my HIMARS!I compel you in the name of my ATACMS!I compel you in the name of my GENERALS,By the lashings of my terrible swift tongue! You want a red sea? I will give … Continue reading

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Wampeters Are Catnip for Goon Balloons

Wampeters are catnip for goon balloons,Slippery as deer guts on a doorknob,Dark Davos in an amniotic greatcoat,Wampum coined from oligarchs’ spittoons.Treacly curls, puffed labia, eyeball moons —A lecherous lapsarian’s heartthrob!Wampeters are catnip for goon balloons,Triggery as the fingers of an … Continue reading

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The Madman Helming the Solo Voyage

When at sea / directionless / approach the / Unexpected(Cheyenne McMasters) The madman helming the solo voyagesteers by the seat of his cargo shorts.His jury-rigged bark breasts the swellsand he clutches the tiller with white knuckles. The madman waves to … Continue reading

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Come Sweetly

No more the air- / borne omens; no more the incensed prayers; no more the carcass / butchered at the altar.(From “Elegy for the Deathless Gods” by Sherod Santos, Poetry, March 2026) To this or that paradise of misruleIs not … Continue reading

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Epic Titan (Art of the DOGE)

I love that guy! I love him. And we’ll only have one chance at this…(Rev. Franklin Graham) Open the Fuckin’ Strait…(Trump) “Alas, alack, all manner of woe.” My big TOE, pussies!Grievance in the cheap seats, on the ground, in the … Continue reading

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The Urgent Poetry Is of Brevity

The time: a-passing; the clock: a-ticking,The digilords at mind bone pecking.Garrulity — double barreled, bore-hefty,Dilatory, broad in the beam;Lyric rifled, suppressed, curt but rich,Penetrative, swervy toward lean.Speak short intensely well, elseLie pecked to death in din. Obscene. (c) 2026 JMN … Continue reading

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From Whose Pulpit?

… A majority of Protestant voters, the largest religious group in the United States, align with Republicans. And there are signs of weakening Democratic support among other religious groups, including Hispanic Catholics.(Lisa Lerer and Elizabeth Dias) I’ll whisper something to … Continue reading

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