Report from 2025

By  Miriam Bassuk

 

No way to encapsulate this period.

No rhyme or reason can iron out

our daily terror squashed deep

in the gutter of our bellies. What

makes it hard, there are no safe-

guards against a regime that lays

waste to all we hold dear, a regime

that doesn’t give a flippin’ shit

for anything beyond accumulating

wealth. The richest man in the world

launches his porcupine quills

to sting us all and fantasizes

how one day, he will vacation on Mars.

 

Miriam Bassuk’s poems have appeared in Snapdragon, Borderless, PoetsWest Literary Journal, and 3 Elements Review. She was one of the featured poets in WA 129 project sponsored by Tod Marshall, the Washington State poet laureate. As an avid poet, she has been charting the journey of living in these uncertain times beyond Covid.

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