Game News

Raising the minimum wage
would up the odds
for the working
poor.

Cut.

Immigration reform
would change the game
for farming
folk.

Cut.

Absentee and early voting
are score-changing gains
for us regular
joes —

hold —

that we
could lose.

Cut.

And women’s
reproductive
rights?
We’re sliding back
to our pre-
game
ways.

Cut.

Some Little Friends Came By

++++Some little friends came by
to play and pound
++++++++and dance around,
+++at moments in the zone
+together with a
+++++new
++++++++jam
+++++++++++sound

++++Truth is, I wept
as we jammed out,
++++++++their eyes bright lights
+++like my fine boys, now men
+who rarely come this way to
+++++play
++++++++and
+++++++++++shout

++++The young ones
listened well
++++++++to they themselves hell-
+++raising; we’ll concoct
+more newbie music as it’s
+++++who
++++++++ I
+++++++++ am

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Awaiting You

The moon is up. Its ivory tray
awaits your cares to cart them off
to sleep. As light as livelong day,
it rests, a pearl on black-necked night.

Whispered stanzas come and go,
music wafted on the wind; out
back we’ve set a chair for you,
a fire, too, against the night,

like spring in winter, birth in death,
like calm in storm, a warmly way
to mark your visit as a day
of peace and truth, of talk all night,

of goals and dreams, ideas and plans,
and sated rest once moonlight wanes.
So come, dear one, and bring your pain,
the blood-red wine we’ll nurse all night.

Existential Prayer

Inspired by Maya Angelou’s The Mothering Blackness

Make me a woman who lives tenderness like stars falling
+++++into a blue-black blanket of night
+++++into a soaring elegy of night
with so much offered, witnessed, received, borne
+++++Make me a woman who lives tenderness like stars falling

Make me a woman who lives wisdom like ancients calling
+++++into our quickening arc of time
+++++into our hunger for depth in time
with so much suffered, recovered, re-conceived, re-born
+++++Make me a woman who lives wisdom like ancients calling

Make me a woman who lives life as mystery spiraling
+++++along a path of loving toward its end
+++++along a path of learning toward its end
with so much seeded, tasted, cherished, and still unknown
+++++Make me a woman who lives life as mystery spiraling
 

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On Guru Zuul

The finest pup
in all the land
understands you,
I mean truly,

mans the fort
as is her duty,
and waits
as long as it takes

for food, drink, walk,
play, praise,
and pretty days
with her beloveds.

Zuul even loves
her tiny new thunder-
thieving recruit
who will soon pull hair,

poke everywhere
and give even more
insistent kisses
than she gives.

In my life
as mantra sayer
and would-be
consciousness raiser

I see now how
to really change tunes:
just strive
with all I’ve got—

or not!—
for Zuuli-zoo’s
lovin’ life
gestalt.