You Can't Get MarriedYou can't get married. No, I'm talking to you. And if you are married, it's going to be annulled. You may only live with your "spouse" as a citizen of the United States. You may not be carried on your co-habitant's insurance. You may not inherit any of your cohab's property when they die. You may not be allowed into the hospital room with them because you are not family. Any children you have go to your cohab's parents because they are their relatives, not you. And if you decide to go live somewhere else, you get what you came into the house with. You're a roommate. You're a booty call. And if you're being supported by your roommate and have sex with them you are trading sex for goods and services. In other words, you are a whore.
If all marriage laws were dissolved tomorrow, this is what would happen to families. And without those laws, our married citizens would h
ForeclosureWhere are they now?Foreclosure3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
emerald city slums,
dirt in the sky.
The child fell off his bike and
skinned his knee. He cried when
I tried to help him up. Ants carried
his blood away. We don't need
that kind of pride.
A woman in Pasadena sold a slice
of toast with F.D.R.'s face on it.
I thought it looked more like you
standing in the rain.
We were asked to recreate the Gospels and
you suggested Michael Bay.
Some things never change.
Columbus found America,
the same way Descartes found existence,
the same way my brother found bourbon
the same way a horse finds religion.
It was always there so
just be careful with it.
We're all afraid of snakes.
unbridledtether my heart-unbridled1 month ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
at merest hint of you
it's bucking wildly
morality without God"Without God, everything is permissible."morality without God3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
It is unknown who originated the quote above, but it is pretty clear that it was not an atheist. Many religious people, from the most intolerant to some of the more tolerant ones, find it easier to relate to those of other religions than those who have no religion at all. Some of this may be because of encounters with the fervently anti-religious, but much of it is simply bigotry. Those who use the above quote are not simply stating that God is the basis of morality; they are implying that atheists cannot be trusted because of this. In the nineteenth century, much of the United States banned atheists from testifying in court or holding public office because of this view that atheists are untrustworthy. It was not until 1961 that the Supreme Court finally declared that it is unconstitutional to ban atheists from holding public office. Several states still have these laws on the books, and there are still some countries in which being an atheist
initial iris (#4)epiphany beamsinitial iris (#4)3 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
roll underneath ash lids
and rattles foresight.
Where a Poem Once Was IIit was happening more and more,Where a Poem Once Was II4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when new words would crush my pulp
and scuttle my validations-
the erosion of runoff from your bow echo,
and how my underpinnings would rot free,
washed away as afterthoughts
no longer a land-bound cell,
but disconnected and aloof;
a scavenger bird, a lesser gull
to wave me off by your annoyance
in spite of your need, to take pity
if only you had learned
reduced as I was to accepting scraps;
only when your back was turned
rousingplanter’s sun risesrousing2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
with crop duster’s ragged purr-
cat’s lids crack open
waryyesterday a foxwary2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in my yard, now a rabbit-
prudently she planned
gonedandelion seedsgone1 month ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
moments with loved ones
one breath and they’re lost
hiddenroadside ditch-hidden1 month ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
elegant calla lilies
tucked behind cattails
The Trees See EverythingA soldier looks upThe Trees See Everything2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
as a shell descends—the trees
are bathing in blood.
seeing reasoni do not want to scare you off like some startled animalseeing reason3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you small, large-eyed creature
i do not want to hunt you, amanda-ken.
i do not want to hurt you
oiled last august when the sand was right
and all i want is to smooth you over like bad carpentry fixed
all i want is a belt sander and some time with your scratches
telling you things you can't do don't work too well,
telling you you're love and honey won't sink under your skin.
What is Democratic Socialism?What is Democratic Socialism?3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Democratic socialists believe that both the economy and society should be run democraticallyto meet public needs, not to make profits for a few. To achieve a more just society, many structures of our government and economy must be radically transformed through greater economic and social democracy so that ordinary Americans can participate in the many decisions that affect our lives. Democracy and socialism go hand in hand. All over the world, wherever the idea of democracy has taken root, the vision of socialism has taken root as welleverywhere but in the United States. Because of this, many false ideas about socialism have developed in the US. With this pamphlet, we hope to answer some of your questions about socialism.
Doesn't socialism mean that the government will own and run everything?
Democratic socialists do not want to create an all-powerful government bureaucracy. But we do not want big corporate bureaucracies to control
flutterby IIenvious blossomsflutterby II2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
luring papillon earthward-
brooklyn, 1930turn-of-the-century man, clutching a tophatbrooklyn, 19303 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in fingers draped with delicate whitesilk gloves,
hiding the bloodstains of the pig you killed
for your breakfast bacon
the gray concrete prison blocks
keeping him inside this science experiment
he reads dusty books hidden in
the back corners of derelict libraries
"how to be a gentleman" ;
"the subtle art of finger-fucking"
how do you live with yourself
sir? the crows perched on the telephone wires ask
he spins his top hat in his tainted fingertips and replies
i don't know, how do you?
a sardonic wolf-toothed grin preying on his upper lip
every night he says his rosary
over the splayed legs of the milk-
white serving girl that brings him his morning coffee,
and his evening tea.
she smiles serenely as he presses his fingers into her,
she doesn't see the bloodstains or the fleabites along his forearms--
he is a gentleman, after all
unnaturalon kitchen counterunnatural3 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
next to corn chips and Ding Dongs-
organic cat food
handoutcarried on spring windhandout2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
goodwife’s call brings strays running-
today’s one sure meal
snuffswallowing the firesnuff2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
burns me less going down than
my tinder target
crystal hangover. 1991someone is picking up my thighscrystal hangover. 19913 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i am pulling my facial bones
out of the floor.
it is like trying to pick up a thin sewing needle.
i am a fleck of vomit.
sound echoed in a frame held together
by obvious red wires. so obvious it hurts.
it hurts not.
me, i am looking through panes of glass
with baroque decorations.
floating rococo rosettes.
these muscles are made of cake icing,
i want to peel them out,
(am i buttercream?)
strip this bloodswirled, venetian pink flesh frosting
i am entombed by my tight silk dress
trapped under cushions, and,
somebody's pointy knees.
arching up my spine, my line of sight,
deepening my hazy horizon line,
squinting at the warm shadow above me--
i am madonna with the long neck.
marry me, summery shadow. thrumming purplish sound,
breath and iconic pressure of fingers
burying into my thighs, hips.
rape of persephone, i think. bernini.
i am marble, hit and polished to look like flesh.
i am frida with a floppy heart,
Pills like White ElephantsOpen the door and step inside-Pills like White Elephants3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This is the moment when you learn that
they don't say "thank you" for saving them.
The last capsule forces its way
down her ashen throat.
History books forget to mention this kind of draught.
Dust Bowl cocktails.
Does it feel familiar?
You've been here before but this is
clean by comparison.
Two orange bottles nesting on the blanket.
(You force yourself to ignore the name on the label.)
But, that was your flask on the mahogany night stand.
All that's missing is a sarcophagus,
but, lucky for everyone, you
forgot your bedside manner.
Confidence is all you can offer Death.
You stupid bitch
Three hours in the ER and
you're not allowed to see her.
Three months in a drug rehabilitation center.
All you get is a post card in the mail;
"Why couldn't you just let me die?"
One day you run into her dad at a coffee shop.
"You should just be happy you're not the father. I know I am."
Three years later in a shopping mall-
solarfallcresting treetopssolarfall2 weeks ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
daystar spilled over
flooding rice fields
cradlesonggroaning and restlesscradlesong2 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
as an aged insomniac-
Gaia hums her tune