He’s addressing the nation on CNN.
How do you know he’s lying?  His lips
are moving.  Four years ago,
the joke was funny.  Now, we shrug,

at a loss for words.  Dante damned
corrupt politicians to the Eighth Circle
of Hell, Stone Ditch Number Five.

Even a singing cowboy, back
in the imaginary day, knew he’d
have to “slap leather” if someone
called him a liar.  Today, “liar”

means something between
a hobby & a vocation.  Lord,
shut his mouth, make him go
away.  We promise to be good.

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I've lived in Tucson since 1953 and retired in 2008 from teaching writing at Pima Community College.

My poems have appeared in journals like Carolina Quarterly, Barrow Street, RATTLE, and New Poets of the American West. 

I'm a passionate supporter of Sky Island Alliance, a regionally-based environmental organization.

Yesternow, my twelfth poetry collection, was just published by Moonstone Arts Press (Philadelphia).