Blogs, Poetry, Uncategorized

48 hour notice

she spells  words on pink paper with her finger and

throws the envelope across the room…fevers of

silence

shudder through her apartment as

she cries for fairy godmothers to

free her from poverty’s shackles…

wicked  stepsisters cackle and

weave straw into her hair …whip

marks the spot where

she fails to turn

straw into

bricks…

pailful shivers rattle

sand…and

oceans threaten to slurp over her life and

swallow her…

she

watches…

light bulb flicks once…flicks twice..for

$900 she would pay if

she could but

she can’t…

flicker once and wish for

fairy godmothers…

flicker twice and remember Yah…

pink is swallowed by darkness

she cries for someone to

save…to

pass over her fears…

to draw a

line in the sand

that darkness can’t

cross

Blogs

only green lives matter (poem for Sallie Mae)


let’s talk about toads  in
coin purses.. and…

…folks who can’t

line

their

purses with

green backs…lets…
build

prisons around

them with

blood red signs

and green letter

clever slogans like…

“if you’re in debt it must be because you don’t handle money well”

or

“you must be lazy”

let’s encourage folks to
take out loans to

go to

college… neglect to

give them jobs… take

their last cloak so

we can sew

green back flags while…

Sallie Mae plays

anthems of

use me sue me usury

and

broken folks shake

their heads and

ask…

in God you trust?

so smarter… better… more

“responsible”

folks who won america’s

russian roulette can

smugly sneer at folks who

only have toads in

coin purses because ..

because…because…

because…because…

…only green lives matter…

Blogs, Poetry, Uncategorized

72 hour notice

she spells words on pink paper with her finger and

throws the envelope across the room…fevers of

silence

shudder through her apartment and

she cries for fairy godmothers to

free her from poverty’s shackles…

wicked  stepsisters cackle and

weave straw into her hair …whip

marks the spot where

she fails to turn

straw into

bricks…

pailful shivers rattle

sand…and

oceans threaten to slurp over her life and

swallow her…

she

watches…

light bulb flicks once…flicks twice..for

$900 she would pay if

she could but

she can’t…

flicker once and wish for

fairy godmothers…

flicker twice and remember Yah…

pink is swallowed by darkness

she cries for someone to

save…to

pass over her fears…

to draw a

line in the sand

that darkness can’t

Cross

 

 

 

 

 

 

Blogs, Poetry

my ashes… prelude to isaiah 61:3


my ash-colored sighs tiptoe up
dusty puffs of

desert breath … singed

paper-thin fragments of me swirl

like question

marks… ostriches flap this

way and

that

way above my

moth-colored pyre of incense…

confusion whispers

“marco” …

“marco”…

quiet answers …no polo…

echoes …no polo

there is no

way for me to

put my

self back

together again…i

am tick with no

tock… i am

mirages of

sun beat exhaustion … i

ripple in pools of

loneliness and

hopeless

oasises where

i watch

pieces

of myself gather

like rain clouds above

my head … but

i…

cannot find rainbow swirls… so

i pray for

angel wings and butterfly nets…

for someone to say

polo… for someone to

catch me

for someone to

bow to

before

i blow

away

Blogs, Uncategorized

FRESNO ISLAMIC TERRORISM and the Christians who support it…(killing spree April 18,2017)

Stop supporting killing in the name of Jesus!!

I live in Fresno and I’m really really angry.  I’m angry with liberal Christians who are so narcissistic about their own misguided sense of compassion that they self-righteously protested our mayor’s decision that  Fresno NOT be a Sanctuary City.  I am disgusted with the god-complex that causes them to believe they know more about how to protect our city than our President does. I am furious that they blindly ignore the dangers of illegal activities and espouse  political ideologies that support terrorism…terrorism that killed  three innocent people today…one of whom was parked in front of Catholic Charities.

Kori Ali Muhammad went on a killing spree this morning in the name of Allah.  When he was arrested he screamed,”Allahu Akbhar” (which means “God is great” in Arabic). In addition, his father was reported as saying  he hoped  the police took his son’s words seriously.  Our police chief Jerry Dyer says he didn’t think this was a terrorist act.  Uhhhh… Jerry….HELLO??

So… since the killer did not also kill a woman who had two toddlers in her car… he just pointed his gun at them… I guess liberal Christians will have to promote another march to prove how Islam is a peaceful, family loving religion.

Here’s the deal ..a  “sanctuary state bill” was recently passed by the California Senate.  If California is a sanctuary, then how come I don’t feel safe?  How come a friend of mine messaged me today asking for prayer because the building she was in was on lock-down due to  terrorist threat?  How come a terrorist was yelling Allahu Akbhar after he murdered three people?  Where is sanctuary for my family?

 

 

 

Blogs, Poetry

Dear Gramma Em,

i want you to know i kept

your letters about

stork eggs ….when

you flew to

heaven … but

you didn’t fly away for good

i know

where you left your bumblebee whistle

and honey nest kipfels and

i still visit our

for girls only girl forts ….gingerbread castles… fashion

Easter eggs …hatch

in your cursive

princess letters from

yesterday’s mail

you’re not gone Gramma because

i remember olive eyes … toasted

orange skin….so

your great granddaughters and I

sip sweet sephardic

songs eat

Hungarian angel cakes and

toast

you with

Catholic wakes and

stork song

eggs

in green tea cups

we see you in

Easter

With hugs,

Your Princess…Kae

Blogs, Poetry, Uncategorized

72 hour notice

she spells words on pink paper with her finger and

throws the envelope across the room…fevers of

silence

shudder through her apartment and

she cries for fairy godmothers to

free her from poverty’s shackles…

wicked  stepsisters cackle and

weave straw into her hair …whip

marks the spot where

she fails to turn

straw into

bricks…

pailful shivers rattle

sand…and

oceans threaten to slurp over her life and

swallow her…

she

watches…

light bulb flicks once…flicks twice..for

$900 she would pay if

she could but

she can’t…

flicker once and wish for

fairy godmothers…

flicker twice and remember Yah…

pink is swallowed by darkness

she cries for someone to

save…to

pass over her fears…

to draw a

line in the sand

that darkness can’t

Cross