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After  Twenty-One Love Poems [Poem II] by Adrienne Rich Jun-Jun: “You’ve kissed my hair to wake me.” Quisty:                           “Dream no more. I’m here.”   JJ:             “Did you just scream from love or fear?”   Q:               “Didn’t mean to scare you when I came.”   JJ:         ..read more

After “On Quiet Feet” by Nikki Grimes by James Horner Thunk thunk thunk I stopped my heavy gait strode heel-to-toe lightened my load. My friends noticed how silently I moved as if sliding on mud instead of being sucked under. Dog walkers noticed the weight of the world gone a relieved smile on my face Coco Puff leading. And the more I walked the more I realized– On quiet feet I am silent as a shadow ..read more

by James Horner I rediscover my power to decide which words matter, which words don’t, and whose. Nikki Grimes Striding, not stomping, I let fall my anger through frozen streets tromping. What will this day augur?   At ten I limp home feet about to bleed from protest marching. Try to slip by Mom who heard the racket she didn’t expect.   The Capitol Dome where the Proud Boys kneed cops. Pence’s lynching– failed. A tiny qualm tucked in my jacket. We tried to reject the votes. Pepper spray stung and blinded me. No stones thrown, just moans from police. My broken skin. Betrayed by Trump ..read more

  21 Vignettes Street Art in Portugal and Spain   “A work of Art is completed by the Viewer.”                              Marcel Duchamp Preface coming soon. Leave comments by scrolling to the end of this post and by entering your email.  It will not be published. You will receive no ads. After you click “Post Comment,” I will approve your comment once I see it in the Comments Pending Box. Your feedback is valuable to me. ***** I am Venilia Vi ..read more

Street art by Lélé “Don’t sit there! You’ll break my antique chair!” shrieks Céline.   Jun-Jun leaps up “I don’t like it here. Is this where we’re going to live, ma chère?”   Quisty turns and says, “Chill. Céline’s a little high-maintenance but won’t be making this her residence.”   “So what do we do to earn our keep?” Jun-Jun wonders aloud. “Rent’s a bit steep. We haven’t played a gig in over a week.”   “Our manager has everything under control,” Quisty announces. “Demi’s out on parole. Gun incident dropped, he’s on party patrol.”   “Since when is he our manager? Did ..read more

Sketch of Trump by courtroom artist Elizabeth Williams. from Act V of “The Rise and Fall of Donald J. Trump” by James C. Horner “I have a Trump-hating judge with a Trump-hating wife and family whose daughter worked for Kamala Harris and now receives money from the Biden-Harris campaign. A lot of it.” Whenever I’m nagged about my weight my mouth is full of hating. “He called me a fraud, and he didn’t know anything about me!” Mr. Trump exclaimed from the stand, pointing at the judge, who flashed a grin. I’m convinced Ozempic is a fraud my wallet rebels at the cost. He assailed Justice Engoron ..read more

A Sense of Place: Brussels Gray grids of steel fencing   screech of a saw cutting through concrete smell of charred halal chicken taste of dust torque on a big wrench I’m everywhere you least expect, bold, black on white, an all-caps sticker.   But now fenced in, encroached upon, double -faced Jen swaps angsty looks, like holograms. Pink-faced, white hair, forced to share space with spray can muralists.   I can’t exist alone above writhing colored tags. Here life drags. I too will be painted over, defaced, vanished.   Below me, Jennie, an anti-Barbie– no Ken, no merch, not ..read more