Author Archives: Meg Miner

Garden Poem

The news reports don’t say Why garden gnomes don’t play Beneath suburban trees anymore. But if I were a plastic goose I’d be looking at all the flags set loose Thinking of when there were lawn decorating jobs galore.

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Poem: Untitled

On North Prospect Avenue Disembodied flags floating above Prospect What prospects are there for those facing them? What do they mean? Looming, warning, “How dare you forget” – they say I didn’t forget And hey, that’s my flag, too. “Bought … Continue reading

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NICE THINGS

The nice thing about family values is it makes us feel good when we go off and have babies so politicians can send them to war to protect family values.† Checks and balances. The nice thing about compassionate conservatives is … Continue reading

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