Collective Unrest

 

Maine Pastor Seeks to Ban Books on the Library’s Banned Book Display

February 27, 2019

Because the boys kissing on the cover remind him of his first kiss.

Because he thought anal sex is a type of pagan worship.

Because his wife was “too pure” to try it.

Because he noticed a rainbow on a child’s shirt at the Sunday service.

Because his daughter said she wanted her best friend’s mohawk.

Because his son tried to paint nails with his wife.

Because his wife holds hands with her best friend more than him.

Because “if there were Muslims in this town,” they would be offended, too.

Because he doesn’t know that the kids hacked internet filters and watch porn.

Because he can’t unblock them himself.

 

Crystal Stone is a poet living in Ames, IA. Her work has appeared in various international journals including Coldnoon, Writers Resist, Southword Journal Online, Poets Reading the News, New Verse News and others. She is pursuing her MFA in Creative Writing at Iowa State University. Her first collection of poetry, Knock-off Monarch, is forthcoming from Dawn Valley Press this fall. Her TEDx talk “The Transformative Power of Poetry” is live on YouTube. You can find her on Instagram @stone.flowering or Twitter @justlikeastone8. To schedule events, check out her website: www.crystalbstone.com. Her boook is available at https://www.amazon.com/dp/0936014253.
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