Poem: Feminine Mystique

Poem: Feminine Mystique

 

Feminine Mystique

Maria, Maria,
why do you look so glum?

Is it global warming?
Industrial farming?
Teenagers self harming?
A storm that is forming?

Or could it be the course
o’ political discourse?
Maybe that is the source
of your current remorse?

Nope, you just needed
peanut butter M&Ms.


Vignette: A Certain Town in Oklahoma

Vignette: A Certain Town in Oklahoma

Poem: The Harvest

Poem: The Harvest