Poetry: That Muggy August Night

That muggy August
night we waited for
a stranger:

a new boyfriend who
didn’t show.

Momma swore an
threw a stone:

it bounced and
sparked before it
cracked on the
concrete porch–

An momma cried
An momma slapped
An momma bit
An momma snapped–

all because
of that boyfriend
who didn’t show.

(c) Rob Goldstein 1983-2019

 

 

 

Poetry: Grandma Said

Grandma said

the poor go first,

kids like me,

she said–

if the war

don’t end–

but I was

too delicate,

too pretty,

too likely to kiss

the gook’

if he was

cute.

Rob Goldstein, March 2019

 

 

 

Rob’s Weekly News Wrap-Up 02/22-03/01

update 03/03/19

I just learned that the formatting of this post got wonky and needed fixing.
My apologies for whatever it was that caused it.  The post looks fixed now.

This was a week of truth-telling and hypocrisy as Congressional Hearings opened on Wednesday with a day’s worth of public testimony from Trump’s former lawyer, Michael Cohen.

 

My take? GOP congressional reps don’t know who they work for or why they were hired.

 

Trump’s visit to Viet Nam with North Korea’s Kim Jong-un ended with the president looking like a fool when he left early and defended the brutal autocrat’s murder of an American citizen.

Friday opened with news of breaches of National Security at the highest levels of government because the President gives high-level security clearance to family members.

 

Oh yes, and Jussie Smollett:

 

On a personal note, it was a busy week, my podcast with Matt Pappas at Beyond Your Past went live. I’ve also upgraded my video software and other equipment so I have some studying to do.

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Rob Goldstein 2019