In Solitude I Ask
Vilma M. Ronzón
Why are corporations being bailed out / where do the millions and millions of tax dollars go / How many hours of life does $ 1,200.00 buy / where is our healthcare and why do we not have any / why not abolish rent / why are human beings still being detained and deported / is it a pandemic or a plannedemic / who do the police serve / what laws and policies are being passed behind our backs / how do we abolish the police / how do we let others know that state sponsored violence is evidence of a diseased society / (there are all kinds of viruses) / How is America so greedy / (I thought politicians were supposed to help) / where are they now / are they with us and against us / politics or politricks / will settler colonialism spare our lives, and the earth / and the animals / why labor / why money / why 9 to 5 / why sell soul to survive / where is the authority going and coming from / how does the tradition of corruption function / did we all consent to this life / who is in control / what is control / define: corporatocracy / how do we return the land / how do we honor those who have passed / how do we fight against them together / how can we heal / how do we rebel / where can we heal / why revolution / why must we heal / what am I missing / what can be done /
After Talking with Clifford Skooter Fein
the paper a table
waiting at table for idea to put to paper
the paper
also holds things
ideas & wishes responsibility
sitting
waiting
the table
responsibility
responsibility is an
idea
not a table
the tables
responsibility is to
wait
to hold
things
a cup
a plate
paper
an idea
a wish
sitting at
table
full
with ideas
that are
responsibilities
let go of
wish
the paper
also holds things
ideas & wishes responsibility
sometimes ideas become true
as do wishes
hold a
wish
like
a table
holds
responsibility
or let wish
go
&
set sail
with
the wind
to find
it’s
purpose
responsibility hard like table the
idea the
wish soft
like a prayer
love hard
sitting
waiting
the table
responsibility
also a table
something to hold onto
love also
a wish
& a
responsibility
a prayer
wishes
journey
the table
responsibility
love is not
an idea
love is love
there is a
table &
an idea
and a
wish
there is a responsibility here
Cheap Eats + Park Life
Kristin Jensen
Zig zagging cement jut up a sharp driveway to meet In the dusty estuary of a smooth pebble sidewalk
Spiky needles of a pine bush
Nick the sedated air lobbing legs downhill
Stroke thinning hair shade quiet blurring eyes
The fury of Geary
Something in my eye
A widened squash blossom of marigold
On a puddle of petals and crisp leaves
Two red and white balloons with no words
Mark a doorway
No Parking
We wouldn’t dare
Gray ash spot fuzzy wide leaves
Stale “hello’s” settle in the air unreturned
We’d rather there no evidence we were ever out
We mourn friends, what is a stranger on the street ? Two girls pronounce
“It would be so cool
To have a place that looks out
At the city
Or something”
A salty small poodle grimaces under a muddy mouth Besides the legs of a table selling
Soft cheese
“C’mon baby”
Soft cheese
Nails, Waxing
A sweet soft couple walks in step dragging Shuffling flip flops arms linked on a Sunday I follow them headed home
Why linger ? we move fast
Biking, better yet
Masks, better even
Home, best yet
A black and textured rubber rat hunches proudly Securely on a passing white helmet
A couple kisses
I wonder
Who lifted
Their mask
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