This guest post is by Jill Crainshaw.
This poem emerged as I thought about news stories and headlines I encountered last week (April 3-9, 2016). Many other headlines also appeared during the week, but those referenced in the poem capture my ambivalence and worry about how we imagine and talk about life today. The poem also celebrates the ways people “walk on” in spite and in the face of life-denying headlines. Note: Doris Day’s dog is named “Squirrely.”
They gave up the ghost this week.
No more walking dead
except the comatose American economy or is it “finally waking up”?
My neighbor with the zombie car battery
who can’t get her to her minimum wage, 25 hours a week job
four miles away
doesn’t think so.
And Apple? showing its age “maturing”
while Doris Day
“turns 92, shows adorable pic with her puppy”
Alabama governor’s future “looks bleaker”
Cruz and Sanders celebrate in Wisconsin
Mississippi protects “sincerely held religious beliefs”
PayPal decides not to login to North Carolina
Tennessee designates the “Holy Bible
as the official state book.”
Newsfeeds are push-back-from-the table full
while “Conflict in Eastern Ukraine leaves 1.5 million people hungry.”
Perhaps Tennessee will feed them now?
“If you offer your food to the hungry …”
Breaking into homes
Breaking onto shores
But mere clicks away from Flipboard and the front page
a mama puts a Hello Kitty band aid on a skinned knee
a large hand holds a small hand as first steps are taken
a young man breaks bread with a grieving grandma
Bailey learns to ride a bike
and Chris says no to the bathroom bully.
Season finale: walking dead
It’s time, don’t you think?
away from the headlines
for a little while anyway
one foot in front of the other
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