Posted in poetry, politics


So I’m supposed to be grateful
That Pelosi is old-school cagey,
A McConnell in a dress,
Headmistress of a house of mirrors
In which nothing is somehow
Everything, a political masterpiece
Of feints and delay.
Posted in poetry, politics


A man selling beets at the midweek market
Tried his best to denigrate his rivals’ roots,
Pointing out departures from perfection
Altogether harmless and common in such crops.
About his own beets, however, he was silent,
Offering them only in opaque burlap
Sowed extra tight, the merchandise
Beyond inspection out of sight.