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Showing posts with label Denmark. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Denmark. Show all posts

Monday, August 10, 2026

PRIVATE ALTAR TRUMPS

by J. Alan Nelson


AI-generated graphic by NightCafé for The New Verse News.


 

You can buy one for the mantel
or the corner of the kitchen table
where the bills used to go.

 

A golden Trump, small enough
to fit in the palm,
heavy enough to feel like something
earned.

 

For those who have decided
science is a rumor
and most other people
are an inconvenience,
except the ones who write checks
large enough to keep the foundries running,
the molds poured, the gilt applied.

 

Facts are only obstacles
on the way to the next order.
Denmark is a minor interruption
between here and Greenland.
Democracy is a temporary arrangement
that can be redirected,
like a pension check,
toward the manufacture of more golden figures
for the home altar, the office shrine.

 

Iran will be humiliated
in the proper sequence,
and a prize for peace
will follow as naturally
as the next shipment arrives.

 

Women and children may speak,
but their voices do not alter
the shine on the hair,
the tilt of the chin,
the fixed, triumphant gaze.

 

Place him where the light hits.
He does not require belief,
only space.



J. Alan Nelson is a poet, journalist, lawyer, actor, and nominee for a Pushcart Prize, Best of Net and Best Microfiction. He played the lead in the viral video “Does This Cake Make Me Look Gay,” the verbose “Silent Al” in HBO’s Emmy-winning SXSWestworld, and narrated New York Times videos on AIDS programs in Africa.

Thursday, January 22, 2026

MY COUNTRY FOR A MEDAL

by Anne Herrick


Partially based on lines from Shakespeare's Richard III, Act 5



Cartoon by Ann Telnaes

My medal, 

            my medal!  

                        America undone for my medal.

 

            Forsooth, sire, I will assist you

            in claiming this precious gold

 

Loyalist, I have lain my life upon this medal

I have set seven squabbles to peace—

Nay—I have in fact settled eight.

I must therefore have my medal.  

I will, I must, doom America for my medal.

 

Courageous Sire, it is Norway 

which has undone your gold,

I must find the wretch 

that decreed the providence of this prize

 

Great God of Heaven, say amen to all!

I will usurp, I will slay, this Danish bloody dog

which hath denied what has always been my due.

I will pluck this traitor’s foreign Greenland

and put its gold upon my oval mantelpiece.

 

            On bended knee I needs say, my Gracious Sire 

            that Denmark is not quite where is Norway —

            it is avowedly smallest, in the cold North Sea.

 

Oh, Slave, I will choose who is to blame.

I will push Denmark to weep in streams of blood.

I will save Greenland from Denmark’s yoke of tyranny,

dig far into the bowels of its land,

will cast its destiny with the doomed dome of America.

I know that true hope flies with swallow’s wings,
that it is the meaner creatures that make kings.



Anne Herrick has published a few poems and prose in the US and UK.

Sunday, January 18, 2026

GRĒNLAND UNFÆST (GREENLAND OFF-BALANCE)

by Zumwalt



President Trump announced in a social media post on Saturday morning his latest strategy to get control of Greenland: He is slapping new tariffs on a bloc of European nations until they come to the negotiating table to sell Greenland. —The New York Times, January 17, 2026


“Greedy for Greenland,” the great leader uttered,
Musing on military modes of grabbing.
“Shale and shield,” he shouted out loud,
White House words woke up the world!

Old World earls offered their swords,
Rallying round the Realm of the Danes.
Pushing back promptly against pressure and might,
Frederiksen fierce, flashed her reply:

“If force is flaunted on frozen shores,
Strikes from the States shatter our league;
Broken the bridges of brotherhood built,
NATO is nuked—if neighbors clash!”

Damning the Danes in deep standoff,
“Lay down the law!” the leader swore.
Taxing with tariffs those tribes that balk:
"Gobble up Greenland, get all we can;
If that game goes bad, go grab Iceland!"


Zumwalt's poetry explores themes of alienation, shifting reality, and personal adaptation. Recent work has appeared at Ink Sweat and Tears.