Several short poems from 2025

 Welcoming me at my weakest

In sight of you beating others at theirs

Feels a little like a trap—

Will I feel your fists, cousin,

When I tell you, “you are wrong?”

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I need you

To pay attention;

You said you were on our side

That the things that effected me 

Affected you;

That you would make sure I didn’t completely fall—

But you are safe in your houses

And I had to scream for you to see

A loudly approaching train. 

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There is no silver bullet

No SINGLE action that cures what ails us

But a barrage from several directions,

Large and small,

What you have on hand or can seek out,

Can make the difference

On if we survive this horror story 

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I don’t believe that any *one* can save us—

I believe that *we* can save us, together. 

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How many people cannot run to safety

Because the courts won’t let them

Without the express joy

Of those they are trying to escape?

They’ve children. 

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Hope

Is the soul

Begging us

To take action;

It may not demand

But it pleads

In the sweetest tone

To imagine better

And make it so. 

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I’ve seen too often

Fear so deep

And hope so tiny,

So overwhelmed,

That the fearful crawl into bed with monsters

And rise from them the same.

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Buying 

Will not

Save you. 

(Giving 

A small thing

might)