Originally posted on THE POET BY DAY:
“Pithy and powerful, poetry is a popular art form at protests and rallies. From the civil rights and women’s liberation movements to Black Lives Matter, poetry is commanding enough to gather crowds in a city square and compact enough to demand…
I want to remember Independence Day for the ideals of the United States, which it has almost never lived up to. As Langston Hughes titled his famous poem: “Let America Be America Again.” Of course, he adds later: “(It never was America to me.)”
The increase the administration has been citing as an excuse for its crimes against humanity is a statistical outlier from an anomalous large DIP in the numbers for the first part of 2017.
Wielding the Presidential Pen to Produce Slime—The gang-boss (I hesitate to call him POTUS) of the National RICO Criminal Enterprise (aka the Trump-GOP Gang), has moved to end the crimes against humanity of kidnapping refugee children from their mothers with an Executive Order (EO). It is empty PR.
It’s time to return to the 1960s tactics of the Civil Rights and Anti-War Movements. It’s time to hit the streets! Strike! Moratorium! Protest! Get in the faces of the fascists! Call for National Protests on 30 June 2018! Let’s make it Global! Click here to find a […]
Three social-political activist poems from James D. Casey IV on Meta/ Phor(e) /Play.
I am honored to have my chapbook, Breakfast at the End of Capitalism, published by Locofo Chaps, out of Chicago.
Want to dive into monstrous conversations firing missiles across continental divides? Write your opinion! Hybrid flash by Michael Dickel
Storm-driven sea and terror-driven police—combine images for our time. | Poem by Michael Dickel
The poem has four stanzas of 9 lines each, for 36 lines (double 18), not counting the epigrams from Genet. Each line has 9 syllables. The total number of syllables is 324, plus the 36 lines, equals 360—the number of degrees in a circle. Chai, Hebrew for life, equals 18 according to gematria. So, 36 lines, double 18, is double life.
Beware false prophecies and Amerika for spatial lies for ambling waves of greed…
The MLK weekend, a rainy day near Jerusalem, contemplating the U.S. inauguration coming up Friday, 20 Jan, 2017. A prose poem by Michael Dickel.
An open letter to the elected officials of the United States of America and my fellow citizens, who must vote them out of power for their failure to provide for our safety and security… I am a citizen of the U.S. and of Israel, where I have lived for […]
Under the Guise of “Religious Freedom” As a child, my family used to drive from the Chicago suburbs to the Philadelphia area once or twice a year. In the winter, we would start out in the evening, after my father came home from his last day of teaching before winter […]
As the War Continues i That war in the little southwest strip, its violence drowns out all sounds— words drain of meaning and become white spaces against blood-red paper. The numbers rise up, a large pile of bodies reaching toward the sun to ignite and burn, a pyre […]
The Winter issue of The River Muse (formerly The River Journal) is up as of today, 14 December 2012. This season, we explore peace. Read Ashwin Vasuki writes eloquently about Peace as the Main Feature. See what photographer Leanne Cole says about her work in an Up Close […]
An Australian online radio station Phoenix FM DJ, James WF Roberts, read four of my poems 16 November 2012 (around 9:15 am Eastern US Time): Dissonance, Salvation, Peace requires…, and In Jerusalem. Interesting, emotional, Australian-accented reading that gives the poems a power I didn’t previously know they had. Listen […]
Dear Mr. McTernan: Unfortunately, your comments in your recent blog post show more hatred and less love than I understand is appropriate to Christian beliefs. This is not a time to sow dissent and the seeds of hatred. This is a time to pull together with all of […]