The Stone at the Edge of the Field

My sister lives in Pittsburgh. The brother of a friend of hers was one of those gunned down in the synagogue. My sister said most citizens feel as if they are living in a fog.

Because of Congress’s Profiles in Cowardice, about the only thing left among the ruins of what was once a democracy is — for those not prevented — the right to

VOTE!

Vote into office those who will represent human rights. Vote out of office those who represent inhumane privilege.

And for all of you who subscribe in other countries, hope for us, hope we can help make America concerned again.

The Stone at the Edge of the Field

At the center is the quiet,
the wretched stretch of time,

the pause for the pirouette
of star above stone. Seed

and sprout die dislocated
from bog-birth, muck,

the glamorous tangle
of green and root. Rust

waits. Ash burns
into the forest’s floor.

–Jack Ridl

First published in Talking River

On April 1 (perfect!)  my new book, St. Peter and the Goldfinch, will be released by Wayne State University Press. Preordering is up at that link, and Julie says stay tuned for news of a PARTY!
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