Medea in Firelight

Medea, the mother, In firelight Altar of witchcraft Hot and white   Eyes of the Chorus Wild in Rage Censure burns The pungent sage   Spirits venomous Woolly gold Weaving the bitter Song of old   Medea, the mother ‘Till a moment ago, Barefoot in blood And wailing woe   -JSMB 2017 Advertisements

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Invocation

Congratulations, You exist And I don’t care How much you resist, I don’t care How much you doubt it, How much you deny Or lie about it, How you close your eyes And tighten your fists, It makes no difference You still exist Parallels infinite Broken sims Impossible dreams And forgotten whims Ebbing and flowing […]

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Plague of Fireflies

  Seventeen-Year Cicadas You’ve heard them sing their song, Sonic waves unstoppable All spring and summer long But another swarm is coming- Oh what can ready your eyes? For every thousand years Is a Plague of Fireflies Some will think them falling stars Some will think them wild fires Some will think they’re dreaming When […]

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Grace vs. Dark Justice

  Oh Grace, You glorious Amazon, How thrilled was I to be free? You broke down walls, Demolishing halls, Saving others like me When we were gathered, We refugees, For a time, we held hands and cried, But the power of the law Called to us all, For a villain’s first love is pride “Before […]

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Grace, My Girl, My Heroine

Grace, my girl, my heroine My Wonder Woman, breaker of walls Wisdom’s pretty sister, first sign of beauty Found me after my fall Wild and sexy with her love of truth In her fists, her golden rope My prison, a fool’s paradigm A villain’s notion of hope And a villain was I (not super) A […]

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Little River

There was a little river With aspirations grand To be the first to circle the earth And cut through every land He, through the narrow canyons, passed Through woods of thirsty trees But found all his ambitions lost When he fell into the sea -JSMB Photo by ASMB

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Declining

We want to live to be one hundred Because we do not think that the last 20 years Will be so lonely and so painful That they will mar the joys of our youth And when we watch our children go into their Own declining years And hear of our grandchildren giving birth To descendants […]

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