You are voting with your lives all the time. You are voting with your art all the time. You are voting with the look on your faces all the time. But, please, don't forget to also vote in November. It's important because you are free thinkers who have enough empathy to write and create your own stuff. Freedom of self expression, baby! Freedom to choose your own words--in your own words!
Pencil to Paper
by Darryl Price
I am dying to believe the bombs are
not real. Even though they put their arms all
around you, they are lying. Even if
they read you this poem, they are lying.
Even when they shake hands, they are lying.
They speak in mousetraps. They are wrong about
everything. I am your friend and I wish
you no harm. They sue their own hearts, like a
hungry fire, to consume everyone
and also everything. Even if they
put a hand to your cheek, tenderly, they
are lying. They're wicked old owls inside.
That is why I can't be where you are. I
DO NOT OBEY THEM. Even if they put
their arms around you, they are pretending
to be naked. Tell me where the pain is,
point to it. Ah, the house has gone silent.
The sky is silent. The mountain is so
silent, Only if you're not listening.
Would you still like to see everything you've
seen before? I was the boy who thought you
were pretty. The rain called to us through an
open window. I ask because there must
be some explanation for the madness.
I'm eating all the beauty I can, but
it's not enough. The poem won't beat the
emperor of death. If they lament for
mankind, they're lying. The hate is the lie.
For me, voting is a breeze in my small town of Clarkdale. I receive my ballot early in the mail and send it right back.
C'mon now, EVERYBODY!!