Mary Margaret Park

“The Constellations Will Follow” for Jessica by Mary Margaret Park upon the silver moon she rode in a swirl of phantom dreams the stars beckoned with her passage reflecting greatness that they’d seen she was alone and feeling weary so didn’t notice them at all blinded by past failures she’d given up, would let them fall ill fortune had been her siren song and she’d sung it very well but yesterday’s ruins were receding her broken heart could finely heal mother, son, and daughter are the radiance of the sun lover, friend, and father won’t let us falter, come undone our course is true and righteous we do not heed deception’s drum the constellations will follow now for the journey’s just begun ——————– Make a $5 Contribution?

“One Mind Reels” by Mary Margaret Park a bitter wind blows into a slow motion slide show an over exposed mind reel blasting in from the past a watered down version of the man with the mask a conquistador’s parade in the faded fashions of yesterday a procession for here and now for a vibrant mind ahead of his time so fine beneath a waste land of shadows has the light grown dim where his dreams dwell perhaps a ship dwelling a hull with no name witless and wandering in dark hours of pain a maiden voyage through the blackest inlet where there’s no outlet except for free will ——————– Make a $5 Contribution?

“Passage Left, Nowhere Right” by Mary Margaret Park desert ice parched dry weeping in that slice of time pain the rust of reason paper thin cuts constant a faraway echo of grinding glass dark alleys cold and indifferent passages leading nowhere ——————– Make a $5 Contribution?

“Moods” by Mary Margaret Park our moods are many things a kite a sail a coin a cane soaring high into to the air or tumbling back into despair our emotions frame the hours casual keepers of glass towers with no regard to flights of fancy casting stones or sitting calmly at will they shape the day with brightest joy or blackest thunder breaking thoughts as they plunder these fickle stewards of repose ——————– Make a $5 Contribution?

“Line” by Mary Margaret Park the wind a blue streak intersecting today and tomorrow a hint a suggestion a notion an exchange between friends a whispered echo translucent and bittersweet ——————– Make a $5 Contribution?

“The New Working Class Poor” by Mary Margaret Park sucking up futures with slot machine wiles pop go the weasels with painted on smiles our congress sold out to big bidders in suits we’re choking and gasping our heads in their noose keepers of fortunes that we’ll never know purveyors of privilege and grifters of gold Clinton, Bush, or Obama who cares? like Iraq’s WMD’s they aren’t really there insurance brokers are in bed with the Fed drug makers and bankers line up to give head the middle class dying one tax at a time as cash rich elitists fleece their pockets of dimes economies reeling weakened and frail we’re dialing for dollars in hegemony hell higher gas prices the lesson of crude as Opec’s fists tighten on what’s left of the loot the dollar is pitching and yawing with debt corrupt politicians a new terrorist threat? we’re middle class citizens in an undeclared war upscale Americans are the new working poor – – – – – – – – – - Make a $5 Contribution?