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Friday, October 11, 2024

VOTING IS FAR MORE POWERFUL

by Felicia Nimue Ackerman


with apologies to Emily Dickinson




Who is leading national polls?
Harris has been ahead of Trump in the national polling averages since she entered the race at the end of July, as shown in the chart below with the latest figures rounded to the nearest whole number.
Kamala Harris: 49%
Donald Trump: 46% BBC, October 9, 2024

 

Voting is far more powerful
Than Trump's attempt to rise.
So many times this sinking man
Attempts to reach the skies.
So push him down forever
To that abhorred abode,
Where hope and he part company—
His dreams morosely stowed.
The felon's sneering visage,
Most odious to see,

Let's shun without compunction
As an adversity.





Felicia Nimue Ackerman is a professor of philosophy at Brown University and has had over 300 poems in places including American Atheist, The American Scholar, Better Than Starbucks, The Boston Globe, The Chronicle of Higher Education, Down in the Dirt, The Emily Dickinson International Society Bulletin, Free Inquiry, Light Poetry Magazine, Lighten Up Online, The Los Angeles Times, The New York Daily News, The New York Times, Options (Rhode Island's LGBTQ+ magazine), Politics/Letters, The Providence Journal, Scientific American, Sparks of Calliope, Time Magazine, The Wall Street Journal, and Your Daily Poem. She has also had nine previous poems in The New Verse News.

Friday, October 07, 2022

ANOTHER COMPRADORE

by Akua Lezli Hope


Original photo at Esquire



Stop talking about him. Stop giving him play.
Turn your back. Make him disappear
off our feeds, our tvs, allay our fears
Let the diseased thing fall in the forest, unhear
Let the one hand not connect
with either cheek or other hand            no sound
Don't believe and thus disempower this winged,
wicked thing so that it unappears—
don't cheer it back to flickering life.
Don’t untie its knots or reinterpret its betrayals
Don’t crown its crap with gravitas
Toss holy water on it. Make it melt away.
Stop all attention allowing it to last
Best left alone, shunned, rebuked, undone,
its name I will not say


Akua Lezli Hope is a creator and wisdom seeker using sound, words, fiber, glass, metal, & wire to create poems, patterns, stories, music, sculpture, & peace.  A paraplegic, third-generation New Yorker, her honors include the NEA, two NYFAs, NYSCA, SFPA & Rhysling & Pushcart Prize nominations.