Modern Impeachment Trial

The sound of the Chairman’s gavel echoes through the court. The trial begins. The defendant smiles and winks at the judge and jury of Senators. The chaplain begins his prayer: “Oh, great theoretical power, bring us all together as we do thy will. Let there be no deviation from our purpose at hand. Help us to save the country from […]

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Rushing Rio Grande by Greg Powell

Rushing Rio Grande

Dad to diaper- Daughter death Hug drowned in America. The decline From Hell pit to Shit hole. What Was that last hug Like Rushing Rio Grande? Was it The final bye like Terminal expiration In hospital without The pause to grieve. Or was there time: Grinding slowly, tears And river, screams stifled Burbling speech silenced Muted by lungs filling. Like […]

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Storm a poem by Greg Powell

Storm

The storm is coming The storm is here No time for trifling No time for fear The mystic revelation The mystic demonstration Is love Love live love The imps are winning The imps are bold Never satisfied With what they stole The mystic revelation The mystic demonstration Is love Love life love What you reap You got to sow The […]

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Post Obama Traumatic Stress Syndrome by Greg Powell

Post Obama Traumatic Stress – P.O.T.S. Therapy, Part 2

Post Obama Traumatic Stress in rear view:  “Folks didn’t think about … white supremacy any more than a fish thinks about the wetness of water. But when you step out of a system that people have told you is the only way, and then you look around and there are these people in the world working under a different set of […]

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P.O.T.S. A Satirical Perspective by Greg Powell

P.O.T.S.: The Diagnosis, Part 1

P.O.T.S.: The Diagnosis, Part 1 These are perplexing times in the USA. Especially for people of color, thinking women, immigrants seeking legal asylum, and decent human beings. A man who embodies practically everything we teach our children to be wrong, sinful, and stupid…actions and verbiage that would definitely lead my wife to impeach my child and sentence him to time […]

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Survivors Lives Poem by Greg Powell

Survivors

Survivors Young survivors of bullets blood and screams And parents of tender psyches ripped at the seams, Elected puppets placate with diversionary chatter But show Black lives ain’t the only ones don’t matter, You cry you plead you shout you bleed They give thoughts and prayers and nothing you need You rally and carry placards in deep duress; They speak […]

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