A crater is meteor footprint.
A volcano is lava footprint.
A canyon is river footprint.
A valley is mountain footprint.
A twister is wind footprint.
A flood is cloud footprint.
A desert is sky footprint.
A ruin is war footprint.
A war is man footprint.
A man is God footprint.
A God is void footprint.
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“Every time you misuse ‘diva,’ Maria Callas smashes a wine glass in heaven.”
(Christopher Muther, quoted here)
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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 attacks the JUDGES who bench the COURTS that rule in the SYSTEM the FATHERS built.
This is the BASE that supports the PREZ who attacks the JUDGES who bench the COURTS that rule in the SYSTEM the FATHERS built.
This is the CONGRESS that sops the BASE that supports the PREZ who attacks the JUDGES who bench the COURTS that rule in the SYSTEM the FATHERS built.
These are the POLS who clog the CONGRESS that sops the BASE that supports the PREZ who attacks the JUDGES who bench the COURTS that rule in the SYSTEM the FATHERS built.
This is the MONEY that greases the POLS who clog the CONGRESS that sops the BASE that supports the PREZ who attacks the JUDGES who bench the COURTS that rule in the SYSTEM the FATHERS built.
This is the PRESS that covers the MONEY that greases the POLS who clog the CONGRESS that sops the BASE that supports the PREZ who attacks the JUDGES who bench the COURTS that rule in the SYSTEM the FATHERS built.
This is the DOC that protects the PRESS that covers the MONEY that greases the POLS who clog the CONGRESS that sops the BASE that supports the PREZ who attacks the JUDGES who bench the COURTS that rule in the SYSTEM the FATHERS built.
These are the VOTES that defend the DOC that protects the PRESS that covers the MONEY that greases the POLS who clog the CONGRESS that sops the BASE that supports the PREZ who attacks the JUDGES who bench the COURTS that rule in the SYSTEM the FATHERS built.
These are the CITIZENS who cast the VOTES that defend the DOC that protects the PRESS that covers the MONEY that greases the POLS who clog the CONGRESS that sops the BASE that supports the PREZ who attacks the JUDGES who bench the COURTS that rule in the SYSTEM the FATHERS built.
These are the MIDTERMS that beckon the CITIZENS who cast the VOTES that defend the DOC that protects the PRESS that covers the MONEY that greases the POLS who clog the CONGRESS that sops the BASE that supports the PREZ who attacks the JUDGES who bench the COURTS that rule in the SYSTEM the FATHERS built.
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The [2026 U.S. Supreme Court] case that felled the Voting Rights Act was Louisiana v. Callais…
The day after the Callais ruling, Gov. Jeff Landry took the unprecedented action of suspending the state’s U.S. House primary — in which tens of thousands of voters had already cast ballots — so legislators could redraw the election maps. Though one in three Louisiana residents is Black, Republicans intend to jettison at least one of two Black-majority districts…
Georgia, South Carolina, Alabama and Florida quickly moved ahead with their own redistricting plans. And the governor of Mississippi — which has just a single Black U.S. representative despite having the nation’s highest percentage of Black residents, at 38 percent — announced his intent to do the same…
“They are cementing absolute minority control because they do not represent a majority of this country. And when they — if they — get away with the heist, we will be locked out of multiracial democracy for at least a generation,” [ said Janai Nelson, who as president and director-counsel of the Legal Defense Fund argued the Callais case before the Supreme Court].
(Nikole Hannah Jones, “The Civil Rights Era Is Collapsing Before Our Eyes,” New York Times, 5-22-26)
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I want to say Rae Armantrout springs a cavalcade of huggable schwas on me, but rumpled or purple or bubbly would describe them, too. As long as they’re duple bumpy words.
Joints grind like
shot brakes.
Food ignites
in our stomachs.
But we’re still muffin-bunnies,
muddle-buckets,
cuddle-chunks.
(From “Apocrypha,” Poetry, June 2026)
Armantrout’s boney, yet highly legible, minimalism does me that rare favor poetry can bestow on a reader, to wit, elicit laughter. Twenty-six syllables cresting in a persnickety streak of thud-nuts provide a rambunctious chuckle-ride. The wry-serious vocables smack of kid talk with a whiff of nursery rhyme and playground marketing. (“Muffin-Bunnies” are well positioned for the sugary snack rack at a 7-Eleven checkout.)
Also, who is one who has driven with frayed brake pads, and has complaining joints, that doesn’t seize immediately on the “grinding” simile? A brusque epithet plucked from the vernacular, “shot,” suits it to a tee.
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every need fights to make
(from K. LINES THAT AIM TO BE)
its voice heard, to be
fulfilled with a gentle touch
K’s lines, encountered after I had spewed the below caustic grump at the demons of my own distractedness, furnished an alleviating contrast.
It comes down to simple resolve to have
Your way with the day. Foreswear frittering.
Swear off salving every loopy freak
Flopped on the stoop, manky hat in hand.
Never mind the entreaties. No demand
Answerable except with laser seek,
Otherwise you haven’t gained a damned thing;
Just time lost and an empty crock of salve.
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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
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 you HISTORY.
By my decree events shall have occurred
When and where I choose and in the manner
Of my telling, on the slant of my twisting.
Shoot you in the face, shit on your parade,
This could I do, and “Sir,” they’d say, “You king!
“You glorify yourself and live deliciously!
“All hail the stiffest rod in any room.”
Old school, that’s me. I’m Moses in the flesh.
My word’s as good as law. They say I’ve got —
What do they call it? — “prophecy” no less.
Can you believe it? I’m a prophet. Boom!
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As a grammar nerd I have to comment: The hortatory “let” allows you and me to influence the behavior of a third person (Let him go fly a kite!), or a third person that of a fourth (Mary Ann said, “Let them eat Twinkies!). It’s a way to wax imperative vis-à-vis someone not a party to the conversation. The Bible has used it: Let them circumcise the foreskins of their hearts! The president has used it: Let them gerrymander Texas!
As a poetry reader I have to give the floor to Linda Gregg. She pushed letting until the predicate just flew away. It’s hymnodian. I can’t get over how good it feels, well it reads.
[…]
Let birds, let birds.
Let leaf be passion.
Let jaw, let teeth, let tongue be
between us. Let joy.
Let entering. Let rage and calm join.
Let quail come.
Let winter impress you. Let spring.
Allow the lost ocean to wake in you.
Let the mare in the field
in the summer morning mist
make you whinny. Make you come
to the fence and whinny. Let birds.
(Linda Gregg, from “Let Birds,” Poetry, April 2026)
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Hail to Thee, Mouse-Like Bird! Wren nor Tit Thou Never Wert!
Adam goofed. The bird called wrentit (Chamaea fasciata) is neither a wren nor a tit.
A wrentit… is a secretive, sedentary, mouse-like bird endemic to North America, primarily found in western coastal regions of the U.S. and Baja California. It’s the sole species in its family, Chamaeidae, and is known for its loud, ping-pong-like song and its preference for dense, low shrubs, where it skulks and gleans insects and berries.
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