Poem of the Week, by Joseph Hutchison

So here’s the way it’ll go down when I win the Powerball: a million each to my nearest and dearest and three million to me. With the gazillions left, we’ll set up a foundation to make the world better, with the caveat that every penny has to be spent within fifteen years. None of that endowment crap; that cash is going out the door in the here and now.

Priorities? Green energy. Women and children. The wilderness. Food insecurity. Dismantling things that hurt all of us, like racism and the patriarchy. And, and, and. . . Alison, focus. Don’t dilute the mission! Prioritize, Allie!

Check your ticket. Aw, crap. Well, there’s always next week.

Artichoke, by Joseph Hutchison 

O heart weighted down by so many wings


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