Tonight's Poet Corner: American Nihilism
American Nihilism by Belinda Roddie trying to come back to my senses in a prickly rain; the crazy street art on the walls of the liquor store stain the corners of my brain like I've dipped my dreams in Cabernet. the metaphorical veins of the streets are pushing, pulsing, threatening to pop from the pressure. I'm thinking I'll measure and remeasure my strength before I bank on surviving these next four years under serious restraint. there's a swastika sprayed on a garage door. that house used to be owned by a gay friend I knew from home. we had moved here together, but on our own separate terms. if you wanna escape the virus, you gotta flee before you catch the germs. walk through the intersection, and you can see the collection of the churches who all swear by dear old Jesus's resurrection. I bet if he came back today with his hands all raw and throbbing, he'd denounce his own creed and join us in our ugly sobbing. see, the world'...