Summer 2025 anti-authoritarian
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Tinder
Andrew Frewin Wilson “It needn’t be tinder, this juncture of the year”—Conor O’Callaghan, January Drought I – Hand-wringing… Tinseltown they called itThe Hollywood sign above itOn mountain and canyons coveredWith scrub like gasoline tinderRich palaces of dreams renderedTo which many young locusts aspiredBut Santa Anna winds have burnedThose houses to naught but ashChimneys only gravestones Continue reading
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The Samaritan Machine
Strider Marcus Jones this field pondis only mydissolvedimagination-thought dropsof summer rainmaking fractal ripplesdrumbeat on skin.a portal sharedwith cawing crowsrevealswho scams and snoops and shootsin contract conversations.this Windsongof Virginia Creeper,ruling Bear and Wolfsbanerustling in black bambootrusts its Samaritan Machinetelling it who to redactin this imposeddystopianequilibriumof dumbed-down massesworshipping Carousel. Strider Marcus Jones is a poet, law graduate, and Continue reading
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Ubuntu
Andrew Frewin Wilson When our humanity faltersIn so many placesAnd what really mattersIs trounced in so many waysWhen dictators are not justA “Third” World afflictionWhich “First” encouraged, in moral derelictionAnd now is itself spotted like rustWith rampant would-be elite FascismWe can draw back from the abyssFor democracy is no mere -ismIf “humanity” no longer resonates, Continue reading
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The Mad Hatter Hiding in Dark Matter
Strider Marcus Jones in our housei binned the radiofor playing Strauss- left the suited rodeoof casino Faustand shot the gentry shooting grouse. into the wild gardenwithout spun jargonwe went through rusting arch of rose dissentonto the precipice of peacewhere slush borders grip and grease like usurping tectonic platesshapeshifting smaller states.their innocents bombed Continue reading
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