Tostones and the Women's March on Washington
J ust here, wandering an open space in my consciousness, hoping for something interesting to set in, waiting for a metaphor to ripen. Well, no one is going to care whether I write another poem or not, and what a strange topic for the beginning of the year. This is usually an equinoxal kind of musing. I'm obsessed with the feeling of being in the last three weeks or so of our Democracy. Flawed though it may be, overflowing with corrupt figures, yet no president in our USA past ever before flaunted an admiration for dictators. I don't think any past president treated the media with so much contempt or has shown such a lust to dismantle our institutions. Bunches of people have called the new regime a kleptocracy, a plutocracy, an idiocracy. I disagree. It's one smart dude playing dumb a-la-W telling you what he plans to do but it sounds so outrageous that you don't take it seriously. To me, he's headed toward autocracy. His surrogates tell us not ...