My Most Recently Published Poem...
“We each pass through you like the stagnant air,
A darkened cloud, this toxic atmosphere.”
'AN OLD, MAD, BLIND, DESPISED, AND DYING KING'
The first line of Shelley’s great political poem, “Sonnet: England In 1819,” chimes, in the height of its dudgeon, with an outrage worthy of what should be our nation’s response to Trump’s near putsch.
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