It's sobering to realize that there's a huge chunk of the U.S. voting population that doesn't think of sexual assault as something horrendous enough to disqualify a presidential candidate.
~Ana Kasparian
Happy Poetry Friday! How great is it to have poetry friends who will take up a meaningful challenge with you? Here's a post from 2020 full of poems about hand-marked paper ballots.
Ouch: Voting Machine by Maggie Smith
Lastly, I'm returning to Alberto Rios, who knows what to say:
A House Called Tomorrow
by Alberto Ríos
You are not fifteen, or twelve, or seventeen—
You are a hundred wild centuries
And fifteen, bringing with you
In every breath and in every step
Everyone who has come before you,
All the yous that you have been,
The mothers of your mother,
The fathers of your father.
If someone in your family tree was trouble,
A hundred were not:
The bad do not win—not finally,
No matter how loud they are...
read the rest here
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I'm visiting Ariana and Matthew this week but hope to make the rounds anyway, maybe a little late.
Radio, Rhythm & Rhyme has the Poetry Friday round-up. Thanks, Matt!
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