When duress morphs into permanence, the eyes drift, but suspicion remains. The mind remains subscribed by demand. The shame. The guilt. The everlasting shake of the head. Summon me before the sermon starts, and we’ll call it mercy. #poetry

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Null and Void. #poetry

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What happens when the president is the national security threat?

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He kept yelling "I'm a U.S. citizen." They kept him pinned to the sidewalk anyway. He left in an ambulance with injuries to his head, neck, and teeth. DHS calls it "without further incident." www.jackhopkinsnow.com

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Poetry for breakfast: I’m my own theater, my own performance— the single ticket holder, the single judge and verdict. It’s nearly ominous. I pray my ego is gentle with me. #poetry

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