At the Poetry Slam – Medicare Division

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I went to a poetry slam on Sunday night and I placed second, out of not many.  I lost to a young woman who used the F-word in all forms of speech – adjective, adverb, verb, noun – but she … Read More

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Hitch-hiking

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Ken Kesey’s bronze statue cozied up to me On that bench in Eugene.  I knew Further, That painted Urge to trip across country, Thumb out, backpack on. I jumped a 6-foot fence in Minnesota, State trooper’s light flashing, Left a … Read More

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Protest Song

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Where are all the protest songs? Long time passing? Caged children don’t wade in the water. What blows in the wind? We count and it’s one, two, three what are we waiting for? We’re in a silent war. Does outrage … Read More

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