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Showing posts with label crones. Show all posts
Showing posts with label crones. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 18, 2021

EIGHT FAT OLD WOMEN

by Susan McLean




      Overheard in Southern California

“I can’t believe we have to wear masks again
just to save eight fat old women,” one
hipster, walking past me, told the other, 
staring at me, no longer young nor thin.
Which crones would she gladly jettison? Her grandmother?
Her eighth-grade English teacher? Did she imagine
a merciful weeding of homeless crazies or
the clutter of ghosts at care facilities?
Of one thing I felt sure: she couldn’t picture
herself at seventy, softened by loss and sadness,
weighted with aches, regrets, lost fantasies,
and wanting nothing from life except some sweetness.


Susan McLean, a retired English professor from Southwest Minnesota State University, has published two books of poetry, The Best Disguise and The Whetstone Misses the Knife, and a book of translations of the Latin poems of Martial, Selected Epigrams.  She is the translations editor at Better Than Starbucks.

Friday, November 04, 2016

HALLOWEEN HANGOVER

by Brigitte Goetze




" . . . the lethal intensity and degree of witch-hunting
. . . was unmatched anywhere else in the New World."
—“The Witch Trials That America Forgot” by Ray Cavanaugh,
Time, October 31, 2016


The last time they pilloried the old
woman for her ugly face, her nasty nature,
they were titillated by her secret
communications—you know about
the scandalous allegations, the fear, the hysteria.
Did you ever think that it was just
twelve generations ago?

We have come a long way, baby. Haven't we,
through the suffering of our handcuffed
great-great-grandmothers, earned universal suffrage?
But, once again, crones who dare to crow about
are being tarred with that ancient brush.
Who can name the terror
that a wrinkled face holds?


Brigitte Goetze,  retired biologist and goat farmer, now spends her time spinning all kinds of yarns.