Collective Unrest


two donkeys and a goat

September 11, 2019

women are worth so much;
come with so much
everyone knows the hero
gets the girl, gets the dowry
two donkeys and a goat
and a warm wet place to bury


My dinner with an anti-Semite in Patagonia

September 4, 2019

Since retiring in 2012 my partner and I have spent 4-6 weeks each Canadian winter in Latin America studying Spanish. It’s an intensive and rewarding experience on many levels. We arrive early for school five mornings a week, participate in cultural activities afternoons and evenings, live with a family and somehow fit in a couple of hours of challenging homework each night. Unfortunately, this year’s trip to Argentina was marred by an offhand unpleasant exchange in the family home where we were billeted.


Pick Your Poison

August 28, 2019

“When it rains, it pours.” – Leslie Salt commercial Oy while a bomb cyclone pummeled New England, whipping the east coast with snow and bitter cold, waves crashed over sundry houses in Massachusetts. Boston had the highest tides in almost forty years— which flooded a subway station next to its Aquarium. Pipes cracked from New Jersey down to North Carolina. Florida’s iguanas found themselves stunned to death. Reckoning with storm rages and whims and remains, schools shut for more than a million kids, homeless shelters overflowed, roadways and airports went kaput.



August 21, 2019

Forty three. The sell by date of my body has expired. Luckily, I haven't been left on the shelf. Someone took me out of the wrapper a while ago. There's been some deterioration of condition, scuff marks, dents. My skin no longer acts like it's vacuum packed. My teeth no longer neatly stacked in a row, or pearly white. But that's okay, no one sees behind this demure smile.


poem for anna akhmatova

August 14, 2019

she was a mighty song from the earth she was flesh breath desire she was the sky a shroud dark towers like teeth graves without coffins coffins without the earth she was love turned sideways into truth


The Spirit of A War Sleeps Beneath My Skull

August 7, 2019

(For Biafra) Separated by a wall of forty-nine years, I had no true feel of the war. No memory of what could have been disassembled into tiny visions, of planes flying & grazing the country’s landscape with fire,



July 10, 2019

As I walk through the city I hear a stream of accents Eddies and pools of language Floating into my ears


Today Never Ends

June 19, 2019

Joe Biden announces he’s running for President deadly kissing bug spreading across the United States there is something at the end where it rains plasma on the sun


Two Poems by John L. Stanizzi

June 12, 2019

TOTAL WAR ON THE HIGHWAY OF DEATH -Highway 80 -February 26-27, 1991 Schwarzkopf lied about what was on the road; he tasted smoky ruins, flaming flesh. Like the fraud of the future with his thugs, this ranking swine voodooed his own rapists from butchered people in Toyota vans.