Anger shines through me. Anger shines through me. I am a burning bush. My rage is a cloud of flame. My rage is a cloud of flame in which I walk seeking justice like a precipice. How the streets of the iron city flicker, flicker, and the dirty air fumes. Anger storms between me and […]
Councils by Marge Piercy
We must sit down and reason together. We must sit down. Men standing want to hold forth. They rain down upon faces lifted. We must sit down on the floor on the earth on stones and mats and blankets. There must be no front to the speaking no platform, no rostrum, no stage or table. […]
The Low Road by Marge Piercy
What can they do to you? Whatever they want.. They can set you up, bust you, they can break your fingers, burn your brain with electricity, blur you with drugs till you can’t walk, can’t remember. they can take away your children, wall up your lover; they can do anything you can’t stop them doing. […]
The Seven Of Pentacles by Marge Piercy
Under a sky the color of pea soup she is looking at her work growing away there actively, thickly like grapevines or pole beans as things grow in the real world, slowly enough. If you tend them properly, if you mulch, if you water, if you provide birds that eat insects a home and winter […]
To be of use by Marge Piercy
The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight. They seem to become natives of that element, the black sleek heads of seals bouncing like half submerged balls. I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a […]