Painted Sticks and Feathers
The Sioux Chiefs did not want to feed their people grass and dung as the shopkeeper suggested so they declared …
The Sioux Chiefs did not want to feed their people grass and dung as the shopkeeper suggested so they declared …
A red sky, degradation is what I see all around me. The morning delivers its warning. The ice sheet clings …
Enemies, hatred is what I see all around me. Make enemies, born enemies, enemies for-life, until death. Tribes and tribes …
Domesticated, tame is what I see all around me. Sheeple grazing in front of TVs while shepherds and wolves dance …
There isn’t enough inside me anymore. All the words came from a stream of consciousness that lasted for five years. …
Poets?! I am so sick of these Goddamn poets! Oh sure, “I’m a poet, it’s cool to be a poet. …
Every time I open my mouth words tremble on my tongue, “shaking like a pistol in a young man’s hand,” …
Contemporaries and Snobs – Poem by Prageeta Sharma after Laura Riding Jackson There’s a structure for idiocy—lamplight— all over the …