Poem

Merry Christmas, America When you’re not with the love of your life in America Love the woman who once was your wife in America Then America was a terror for tyrants and a triumph for liberty Now babies are caged in Texas by President forty-five of Amerika He’s undignified, is unqualified, talks nonsense, zealous Gunrunners…

Poem

Blowing Her Lungs Out into a Clay Oven Mother leans against the island in the nanosecond kitchen at Farouk’s home in New Rochelle, marveling at a Miracle Icemaker as half-moons tumble into a glass bowl. She spins a Lazy Susan with glee, clicks the fire fountains on & off. “Atomic food makes stomachs ache,” she…