The meters run down
Your face just hit the ground
You didn’t say goodbye
Never have you felt the same
They left you in your pain
Alone in shame
Release your pain
Return in your own way
Written by:
—Timothy Charles Carter

These tariffs won't affect me
I never eat McDonalds
And I'm well sorted for
Depleted uranium ( previous regime).

When there is nothing left to say
And you don't know what to pray--
God knows what's in your heart,
The Spirit did He impart.

it is a headstone

in the graveyard

out back.

i think it is a wreath.



the circle turns.

I sat alone
beneath the stoop,
and the beetles' lungs pulsated
in torrential rhythms
with all that we have lost--
even as they trailed their
absurd stems in
horrible lines
between the  neatly machined
granular valleys of the
planks.

This was the breath of
fragile gold hearts;
a wind of ancient style