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Friday, May 08, 2026
MINORITY RETORT
INTERVAL
by Rajat Chandra Sarmah
They said
this is your moment.
So we sat—
a few rows in—
watching
democracy
adjust its lights.
Promises entered first.
Well-dressed.
Fluent.
They spoke
in our language—
better than we do, sometimes.
Jobs arrived next—
counted aloud,
like blessings
no one stopped to check.
Cash followed quietly.
No speeches.
Just something understood
without being said.
We clapped.
Not loudly—
just enough.
Somewhere between
need
and negotiation,
we stopped thinking too much
about what was ours
and what was being offered.
The button—
small,
decisive,
mercifully simple.
Press.
Nothing to show later.
Interval.
Lights dim.
Noise settles
somewhere behind us.
When the curtain lifts again,
the stage is lighter.
Fewer promises.
Some things
just not there this time.
What was announced
comes back
“under process.”
What was certain
slows down—
then disappears.
We do not protest.
We adjust.
Survival stretches itself
over the years.
Dignity—
it comes and goes.
Outside,
the posters fade first.
Inside,
something follows.
Next election,
they will return—
with improved scripts,
cleaner numbers,
and our own words
borrowed again.
And we—
seasoned audience,
repeat believers—
will take our seats
before the lights come on.
No one will ask
what the first show changed.
No one will ask
why we stayed.
The applause will begin
on time.
And we will give it—
not because we believe,
not because we forgot,
but because
we have learned.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah is a poet and writer based in India. After a 36-year career in India’s power sector, he now focuses on literary writing. His work explores public memory, environmental crisis, social change, and everyday human endurance. His poetry has previously appeared in The New Verse News and other international journals.
Thursday, May 07, 2026
HOME ON THE RANGE NO MORE: TRUMP WANTS BISON GONE
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| Graphic from Center for Western Priorities. Poem title after The New York Times headline May 4, 2026 |
once the U.S. was down2 one remaining bison,
trains paused
in prairie 2revere the lonesome fellow.
amtrak texts apologized
4delays w/ artificial curtsy-
patrons sawed their teeth w/ love of somewhere,
playing various films.
the bison, for his part, grazed in sputtering light,
engaged in gentlemanly banter
of phaseout,
and- in quickening air, shook grain from his eye.
the light is blotting soon.
call it rain or god,
but i saw the grasses bend 2sky, in cathedral, as
all recourseless do.
i think i’ve fallen, too.
Debbie Benson’s new poems are forthcoming in Indiana Review, Passages North, Bennington Review, Ninth Letter, and The Penn Review. Past awards include the Ann Stanford Poetry Prize, Vern Cowles Prize, an International Merit Award from Atlanta Review, inclusion in Best New Poets, and a “Best of the Net” nomination. She works as a clinical psychologist in NYC.
I AM THE VERY MODEL OF A MODERN MAJOR-GENERAL
I am the very model of a modern Major-General,
I've information of minerals and anything profitable
I know the constitution, and I quote our rights historical
From Iran to Venezeula, in order categorical;
I'm very well acquainted, too, with my good navy piratical,
I understand blockades, both the simple and impractical,
About strategies I teem with ever changing views and news,
And with many cheerful facts about every missile use.
I'm very good at destruction and anything that’s tactical;
I know all leader’s names no matter they’re fantastical—
like those in space—the squirrels and hypotheticals—
I am the very model of a modern Major-General.
In fact, I know what is meant by "bitter end" and "ravelin",
And I can tell at sight a Beretta from a javelin,
With affairs like bombings and boasting I'm very good at,
I also know precisely what is meant by "commissariat",
Yes, I know what progress has been made in modern gunnery,
And I know more of tactics than a novice in a nunnery—
In short, I've more than a smattering of elemental strategy—
No other Major-General has ever had this capacity.
With my military knowledge, I'm plucky and adventury,
There’s no-one as good as me since beginning of all centuries
Yes it’s true—I know of minerals and anything that’s profitable
I am the greatest model of a modern Major-General.
Anne Herrick has published a few poems and prose in the US and UK.
Wednesday, May 06, 2026
ARTIFICIAL ANALYSIS
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The commonwealth of Pennsylvania is suing Character AI to stop the artificial intelligence platform's chatbots from representing themselves as licensed medical professionals and providing medical advice. According to a lawsuit, a Character AI chatbot falsely claimed to be a licensed psychiatrist in Pennsylvania… —CBS News, May 5, 2026 |
But the state of PA
Said, "Get out of our way—
that's the racket us humans still do."
INDEPENDENT EGG
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| Los Angeles, May 1 (CNA) A U.S.-based coffee association that organizes the World Coffee Championships (WCC) said on Friday that its decision to change the designation of competitors from Taiwan as representing "Chinese Taipei" was in line with international conventions at sporting events. The decision has drawn criticism from Taiwan's coffee community, particularly after the WCC website recently changed references to Taiwanese competitors--including this year's World Latte Art Championship winner Lin Shao-hsing (林紹興) pictured above—as being from "Chinese Taipei" instead of "Taiwan." |
We're trying to hatch this island
egg-shaped, that was born already.
Thousand-year-old, incubating
in a standoff, we were born already.
They say to be careful, step-ball-
change what you call yourself,
dance around words like
Taiwanese and Country.
Special administrative,
inner outer autonomous,
hyphenations on a name,
that was born already.
Imagine, standing
on eggshells that spell I-N-D-E-P-E
N-D-E-N-C-E trying to take a step.
Birth being brokered, pawned by two
protrusions, jutting into the Pacific. But
we were born already.
Albert Hwang is a Taiwanese American poet from Illinois. He writes about alienation, distance, and inherited grief in the Asian American experience. He is a 2004 James B. Reston New York Times Gold Key winner (Scholastic Arts & Writing). His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Inscape Journal, Unbroken: Prose Poems, Heavy Feather Review, Eunoia Review, Unleash Lit, DIHP, Anxiety Press, Pen Pushers, Longmeadow Literary, and other publications.




