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Friday, April 17, 2026
WE THE PEOPLE
Sunday, July 02, 2023
THE LADDER
The ladder
against the wall
leaves
misshapen
shadows,
slanted in
impossible angles.
The rungs
of the real and
the surreal
end
in the middle of
a blankness.
Rising begins
where
the climb ends.
Kavita Ratna is a children's rights activist, poet, and a theatre enthusiast. Sea Glass is her collection of poems published by Red River. Her poems have appeared in The Kali Project: Invoking the Goddess within, A little book of serendipity, The Wise Owl, Triveni Hakai India, Haiku in Action, the Scarlet Dragonfly, the Cold Moon Journal, Five Fleas Itchy poetry, Stardust Haiku, Leaf (Journal of The Daily Haiku), and Parcham.
Tuesday, October 23, 2018
ADAM SCROLLS THROUGH HIS APPLE
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| “‘How do I feel about Trump? I’ll tell you’ he said. He punched up an app and held his phone to display the digits 26, 447.” —"As Suburban Women Turn to Democrats, Many Suburban Men Stand With Trump," The New York Times October 13, 2018 |
He notes a murder in another zone,
unwraps his turkey sandwich, smiles
at the Dow rising on his phone.
He eats his lunch in his car alone,
this ancestor of SUVs and wiles.
His thumbs flick: murder, bone
saws, Kavenaugh, He grins.
He won that round. Meanwhile
the Dow is rising on his phone
like pride’s origin. Damn right he’s done
well by his kids and wife. The dead guy’s
only some hack for the Washington Post.
The words that Moses wrote on stone,
are numbers he no longer dials,
replaced by the Dow Jones.
Before the apple, there was testosterone
and oil. The price of crude is undefiled
by fingers severed at the knuckle bone,
and the Dow is rising on his phone.

