by SMSmith Curried greenAnd seen if seenIn the hasteOf a summer’s morn. Not seenIn winter daysIn the overcastted lateOf dream-spent spendersCaughtIn the nightOf artificial light. From body-tiredTo mindless easeFrom consuming, routinedHours to pleasePowers and privilege. Weekend escapesVacation leavesPast miles unseenFrom abodes unseenDouble-locked and alarmed. Embellished wallsWide, mortgaged hallsAllVaulted silence. Emptied In the endless searchFor enoughOf […]
Poor Jeremiah, the First! Forty years he spent trying to stem the flood of national self-deception. He was stoned with insults, from the lowly mob through every class, rank, and commentator (through the reigns of three kings Josiah, Jehoiakim, and Zedekiah). At last, when insults were not enough his detractors resorted to the real thing.
by SMSmithOnceLaid upon the altar of the worldThe innocent child of the Hinnom wildKilled amidst the groves. NowLaid upon the altar of the worldThe neglected child in pursuits reviledFor things laid up in store.The ciphered child in perversities defiledBy addicts demeaning, ever demanding more.And the embryo child in a world beguiledBy rights of all but
by SMSmith Listening to the Pam Fessler piece about Jack Bauer on NPRs Morning Edition (March 17) raised some disquieting remembrances from the book of Isaiah. Thus I am given to wonder if perhaps Jack Bauer is not so much a “quintessential hero for a … frustrated nation,” but rather a quintessential anti-hero of a
“I am so bummed,” the usually elegant Sondra said before I even had a chance to say, “How are you?” We were meeting for our monthly Cheesecake luncheon and I had never seen, let alone heard, her so disturbed. “You should see our neighborhood!” she exclaimed in disgust. “It looks like a war zone! Our