Today on Juneteenth
I think of a man tied to a tree
Swinging in the Arkansas sun
A martyr to a phony democracy
With a shotgun blast to his chest
But also dead by hanging
On an urban farm near Little Rock
No freedom bells clanging.
His crime? A White House scheduler
Who signed Jeffrey Epstein in
For why? Who knows? Any ideas?
Reasons lost in inscrutable sin
So, no, I won’t listen
To democracy lessons by Clintons….
Read more about Poet Ken Jones
Mark Murphy with a poem on human hubris
Purbasha Mondal writes a tribute to Boroma, matriarch of the Matua Mahasangha.
Melissa Chappell writes a haunting poem reminiscent of T. S. Eliot
Fragment translated by poet and editor Pietro Pancamo
Three poems by Megha Sood, two previously unpublished.
No one remains forever it is true Even the mighty heavens change colors Vanish in the morning light drops of dew Erasing themselves in floral odors. Rivers vanish into arms
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