Second Coming No. 73 — April 2, 2025

A poem-a-day protest against the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House


Janna Schledorn
Pineapple Avenue

I

Pavement before me, I feel your slope and bend,
pot-holed, winding, narrow, prone to flood.

I drive your two lanes, two miles, north to U.S. 1, south to Eau Gallie Causeway.
I ride your stretch along the Indian River Lagoon,
parallel with Guava, Avocado, and Highland,
perpendicular to Riverdale, Sea Grape, Aurora and Law.
Crossing two unnamed creeks, old trail mimicking the familiar river,
weathered stretch of historic highway, Atlantic flyway along the mysterious river.

II

Street of woeful democracy, uneasy neighbors, rich and poor, new and old,
every old neighbor uneasy, every new neighbor uneasy, democracy beautiful and woeful.

The rows of old rundown shanties, coral, gold, lime, gold, cobalt.
The old and new mansions with names, Gleason House, The Libbyan, High Cotton.
The rows of mango trees beside the Hindu temple; some unknown denomination’s sign,
“Our campaign is to proclaim Jesus is the Key!”
The rows of school buses behind the old boarded-up school board building; the circle of Australian pines in the one remaining vacant lot.
The rows of pelicans and anhingas squatting on abandoned pier posts.
The astroturf lawn of the Spanish Revival, the untamed bougainvillea, ixora and Brazilian sunflower of the art deco, the mid-century ranch.
The friendly immigrant on a rusted sea-green Walmart bicycle, the tailgating shiny black Mercedes SUV.
The weathered man staggering from the familiar river with a bundle—clothes, food, tent?
The dog-walking exerciser calling the police, uneasy neighbors in this woeful democracy.
Street of no codes, street of public library, civic center, bar and Baptist church, two lanes flanked by Squid Lips and Ascension Manor, historic highway of high-rise condo, trending jazz club, the law office, the yoga studio, duplexes, one-room rentals, million-dollar Queen Anne Victorian, eco green golf ball, knock-down compounds.
In front of new High Cotton marble lions on three-foot pillars.
In front of old Rocky Water trailer park tipped over couch, broken nightstand, dresser drawers, last night’s Pick 6 lottery tickets.
Democracy rich and poor, old and new, woeful, beautiful, uneasy neighbors.

III

Avenue of memory where someone’s son has disappeared.
Where have you gone? Pineapple Ave was no home to you.
Old oak covered trail where we picked up shiny new copper pipe from High Cotton, flattened tire on our way over the causeway to bring milk and food to our old father during the pandemic.
Two-lane memory detoured off the once-closed Riverdale where the two-year-old in the back car seat cried, “But I like the street that I don’t like!”
Roll down the window of the old blue Toyota Corolla, down shift, look out the window at the river, the rippling lagoon, the pelican, the anhinga, the heron.
The silent sulky teenager riding home not looking out the window, not looking at the river, the sky, the birds, the setting sun.
Historic byway, Atlantic flyway, pavement of memories flooded with questions and sorrows, mysterious and simple joys.
Crank open the windows, smell the fresh-cut grass, the distant orange blossom, the dank, low mysterious river.

IV

O road that teaches toddlers to read taking them to story time with Miss Abby at the public library!
O quiet road that connects to causeway that connects to the beach, the Atlantic Ocean!
O road that takes daughters to fathers every Saturday!
O canopied road for coffee in Pineapple Park, wind and friendship on a Friday!
O road traveled by rich and poor, the day laborer, the nightclubber, the strollers headed to the family festival, the fringy art crowd another festival another weekend, young and old!
O road some take as a shortcut, tailgating!
O road, slow down, peek at the river! the sky hazed with rain one with the river!
O slow down road, leave the old Pineapple Inn, the undeveloped plot, the one-story rule!
Don’t repave the turpentine trail, the slaves seeking work, freedom, the fish camps, the midpoint, the pineapple coves and hopes!
O historic highway stay low, stay flood prone, let the river know the red tide keeps you slow, keeps you narrow!
O two-lane historic highway, meander still along the river, the woeful, hopeful river!


Janna Schledorn is the author of the chapbook Those Nine Days (Barnes & Noble Press, 2021). Her poems have appeared in The Marbled Sigh, SWWIM, Presence, Adanna, and other journals, as well as in the anthologies Phenomenal Women (Laura Riding Jackson Foundation Press, 2023) and Mother Mary Comes to Me: A Pop Culture Poetry Anthology (Madville Publishing, 2020). Schledorn teaches composition and creative writing at Eastern Florida State College.


Indolent Books and editor Michael Broder are back with another poem-a-day series as a creative response to the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House. The plan is to continue for all 1460 days of the 47th American presidency.


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Second Coming No. 72 — April 1, 2025

A poem-a-day protest against the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House


Kris Beaver
When pressed on Full Measure With Sharyl Attkisson, he said

he was being a little bit sarcastic,
a little bit rock and roll
over Rover, a skosh jokester
about war in the Ukraine,
itching to start bitching
and blame. He was a tad
mad as a hatter, a pinch
within an inch of firing
some other stupid sucker
he can’t even name. Eager
to beleaguer any opposing
fucker brave enough to call
him out online, in public,
on AM radio, cable news TV.
It’s all a Ponzi scheme, you see.
DEI, EPA, Dept of Ed, SSA, VA,
Medicare, Medicaid, Kennedy
Center, national parks all
Monopoly property to desiccate,
overtake, rape. It’s rotten mojo.
Kinda criminal. Same old same old.
Don’t take him so seriously.
His comment was a fluke.
No fool could end war with Russia
in 24 hours without firing off a nuke.


Kris Beaver’s poems have appeared in Bracken Magazine, Rattle, Mezzo Cammin, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, and Ergo! among other publications.  A retired elementary school teacher, Kris lives and writes poetry in the sublime Pacific Northwest.


Indolent Books and editor Michael Broder are back with another poem-a-day series as a creative response to the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House. The plan is to continue for all 1460 days of the 47th American presidency.


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Second Coming No. 71 — March 31, 2025

A poem-a-day protest against the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House


Maria Rouphail
This Is How I Will Save My Life

For who except myself has yet conceiv’d what your children en-masse really are?
—Walt Whitman

I. Disaster

A passenger jet and a helicopter collide at night.
Both fall into freezing water. Everyone dies.

We the living, huddling before our screens,
feel the steady rise of fear.

For we, too, have fallen from a height,
have plunged into something like an icy river.

It happened so quickly, the descent into darkness
flooding our lungs, deadening our senses.

Many warned of this fate,
too many others refused to hear.

But the price of eggs! they said.

II. Prelude

In that time when the storm
was a smudge on a meteorologist’s map,

wolves stirred in their dens. What did they smell
a thousand days away?

Now the wolves are howling
in this devil wind, full of hate.

And the country lies prone in its path.

III. Action

I will write, write, write
until my heart is empty of words.

O my country! You must find your heart.
Do not go into the tent of your fear.

Do not cower there.


Maria Rouphail is the author of the poetry collections This Small House, This Big Sky (Redhawk Publications, 2025), All the Way to China (Finishing Line Press, 2022), and Second Skin (Main Street Rag, 2015), as well as the chapbook Apertures (Finishing Line Press, 2012). Her poems and reviews have appeared in International Poetry Review, Wild Goose Poetry Review, and Pedestal Magazine, among other journals. Now a senior lecturer emerita at North Carolina State University, she taught courses in world literature and served as an academic adviser for the English major. Rouphail is poetry editor of Main Street Rag and lives in Raleigh, NC.


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Second Coming No. 70 — March 30, 2025

A poem-a-day protest against the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House


Tina Barry
Iced Over

Three days of snow and now rain
freezes, turns the bare trees into glass.

I’m trying to stay positive, to see
the cold as a blessing, a fairytale

world, where I don’t inch along my ice-
covered walk, anticipating

the tumble, feet flying, hat aloft.
Stuck inside, I watch the news.

People on planes dumping
the contents of their suitcases

on each other’s heads. At Starbuck’s,
a man melts down

when the cream on his mochaccino
isn’t creamy enough, and a guy

on Facebook calls me a “libtard,”
tells me to “cry harder.”

I post a picture of a child
terrorized by ICE,

face-down, hands zip-tied,
tell him I will.


Tina Barry is the author of I Tell Henrietta (Aim Higher, Inc., 2024), Beautiful Raft (Big Table Publishing, 2019) and Mall Flower (Big Table Publishing, 2016). Her poetry and short fiction have appeared in New Verse News, Rattle, Verse Daily, ONE ART, SWWIM, Gyroscope, and other journals. She teaches at The Poetry Barn and Writers[.]com.


Indolent Books and editor Michael Broder are back with another poem-a-day series as a creative response to the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House. The plan is to continue for all 1460 days of the 47th American presidency.


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Second Coming No. 69 — March 29, 2025

A poem-a-day protest against the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House


Myra Malkin
Adiivka

Both sides
use Soviet-designed
heavy artillery systems.

Guns that can fill
a football field
with shrapnel.

Somebody named them for flowers.

The Carnation—122-millimeter
howitzer.
The Tulip—240-millimeter
mortar.
The Acacia—152-millimeter self-propelled
gun.

In Avdiivka, in the Donbas,
there are tulips in people’s yards.
The cherry trees are in flower.

The hospital has no power.
The surgeon in Avdiivka’s hospital
is living at the hospital.
If he went home at night, he might be shelled.

Then there would be no surgeon in Avdiivka.

Besides the Ukrainian soldiers (dug into trenches),
a fifth of the population of Avdiivka
has not yet left Avdiivka.
Is underground—in hiding.

Rocket fire.
No heat.
Occasionally, power.
No water from faucets
—plastic carboys of water.

On someone’s washed-out quilt,
bosomy roses carouse.

Várvara
—six years old—
is crayoning an alien.

The alien is green.
He has an empty eye
that looks into the future.
Várvara tells a reporter:
“The alien says that you will live forever”

“And what about the war?”

They stare at each other, Várvara and her alien.

“He says he doesn’t know that yet,” she whispers.

NOTE: This poem is based, in part, on an article by Michael Schwirtz, The New York Times, 4/20/22 —Ed.


Myra Malkin is the author of Sunset Grand Couturier (Broadstone Books, 2022), and a chapbook, No Lifeguard on Duty (Mainstreet Rag, 2010). She started out as an actress (mostly way off Broadway) and was a legal services attorney in upstate New York. She now lives in New York City.


Indolent Books and editor Michael Broder are back with another poem-a-day series as a creative response to the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House. The plan is to continue for all 1460 days of the 47th American presidency.


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Second Coming No. 68 — March 28, 2025

A poem-a-day protest against the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House


Anastasia Vassos
My Necessary Conversation With the Universe

                    grâce à Mark Nepo

The red truck parked across the street
from Star Market is blazoned
on its side: How’s your meat?

I drive past the Trump store
that popped up all neon before the election
now empty of customers.

Has the end of the world arrived?
Every morning I have to remind
myself I’m glad to twist in the sheets—

my aching joints, morning headache
preferable to cancer, diabetes.
So. How’s my meat?

By meat I mean body and by body
I mean the jar that lights my soul intact.
Without a body, the spirit can’t breathe.

It’s 7am, two weeks before the days
get longer. The sun’s angle as it rises
this morning burns into Boston

torching the dark, making candles
of State Street Bank, South Station’s tower
the John Hancock’s 10,344 windows.

Something about morning’s luster
after hours of deep night
elevates us. Meanwhile the thrum

of the furnace starts up
pumping heat keeping time
to this earworm this floating

heartbeat. & speaking
of immovable objects the truck
hasn’t moved in weeks.

& the sad Trump Store
still stands, lights out.
Swag gathers dust. Give me

another window,
a distinct lens to peer
past convention. Not a mirror—

I’ve had enough of reflection
this morning. How’s your meat?
It’s an unanswerable question.


Anastasia Vassos is the author of the poetry collection Nike Adjusting Her Sandal (Nixes Mate Books, 2021) and the poetry chapbook Nostos (Kelsay Books, 2023). Her work has been widely anthologized online and in print journals. Her poems about the Greek-American diaspora have been translated into Greek. A reader for Lily Poetry Review, Vassos lives in Boston.


Indolent Books and editor Michael Broder are back with another poem-a-day series as a creative response to the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House. The plan is to continue for all 1460 days of the 47th American presidency.


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Poetic Powers Workshop

Apologies for the previous messy version of this email.

I am writing to invite you to join an online poetry workshop taught by me, Michael Broder, the publisher of Indolent Books and the editor of the popular online poem-a-day series What Rough Beast and Second Coming.

Poetic Powers began meeting in the summer of 2024 and continued into the fall, taking a break this past winter. We are resuming on Wednesday evenings from 6:30 to 8:30 PM starting on April 2. The cost is $325.00 for 10 weeks.

This is a feedback-based workshop. Prior to each meeting, we share a draft of a poem with each other by email. When we meet, we read each poem and provide constructive feedback to the poet.

There is no didactic craft element per se—It is all workshop all the time. In that sense, I would describe it as an intermediate rather than a beginner’s workshop. That being said, I guarantee you will learn a lot about the craft of poetry not only from the feedback offered by your fellow participants, but also because I get quite teach-y when I give my own feedback on each poem. Moreover, I provide written feedback by email on each participant’s poem every week.

Because we workshop each participant’s poem every week, and because I provide written feedback via email to each participant every week, I am capping enrollment at five (5) participants. I already have two (2) participants returning from past sessions. That leaves three (3) slots for newcomers. GET ‘EM WHILE THEY LAST!

If there is sufficient demand, I will consider opening other sections on other nights of the week. If you have any questions, email me at: michael [@] indolentbooks [.] com

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Second Coming No. 67 — March 27, 2025

A poem-a-day protest against the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House


Meryl Natchez
wishes for lawmakers

                    after Lucille Clifton

let them be pregnant
each man and woman of them.
let them be sick
and spooked

and clueless.
let every clinic
that could help
be closed.

let every doctor be barred
from discussing it.

let them try
bitter herbs and jumping.
let them consider
coat hangers
and grimy knives.

as their mouth fills
with the coppery spit of despair
let them stand before
lawmakers not unlike themselves
who rule against them.


Meryl Natchez is the author of Catwalk (Longship Press, 2020), a Kirkus Reviews Best Indie Book of the Year. Her poems and prose have appeared in Alaska Quarterly Review, LA Review of Books, Terrain, Hudson Review, and Poetry Northwest, among other journals. Natchez translated Poems from the Stray Dog Cafe: Akhmatova, Mandelstam, and Gumilev (hit & run press, 2013). She lives in the East Bay of the San Francisco Bay Area and serves on the board of the Marin Poetry Center.


Indolent Books and editor Michael Broder are back with another poem-a-day series as a creative response to the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House. The plan is to continue for all 1460 days of the 47th American presidency.


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Second Coming No. 66 — March 26, 2025

A poem-a-day protest against the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House


Lesléa Newman
The Morning After

The mean man won
she has to tell
her daughter who rushes
into the kitchen hungry
for breakfast and news.
How? The child stops
in the doorway, face
dissolving into a mass
of tears and disbelief.
That’s not fair! Mom,
he’s a bully! How
to explain to her,
or to herself how
this could have happened?
It’s okay, it’s okay.
She rocks her daughter,
her soothing words not
soothing either of them.
And now what? Cereal
and milk? Work? School?
Crawl under the covers
for four dreary years?
She was raised by
a mother who always
said, there’s no problem
so terrible it can’t
get worse. Are you
happy now? she asks
her long dead mother
who loved being right
though in this case
she might have loved
being wrong though wrong
she is not. But
right now she is
the mother, the motherless
mother of a distraught
daughter who needs her
to dry her tears
slip on her shoes
pour her Lucky Charms
into a yellow bowl
bright as a promise
and somehow explain how
the mean man won.


Lesléa Newman is the author of 87 books for readers of all ages including the memoirs-in-verse I Carry My Mother and I Wish My Father; the novel-in-verse October Mourning: A Song for Matthew Shepard; and the children’s books Sparkle Boy, Heather Has Two Mommies, and Joyful Song: A Naming Story. Her literary awards include a poetry fellowship from the National Endowment for the Arts, two National Jewish Book Awards, two American Library Association Stonewall Honors, and the Massachusetts Book Award. She is a past poet laureate of Northampton, MA.


Indolent Books and editor Michael Broder are back with another poem-a-day series as a creative response to the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House. The plan is to continue for all 1460 days of the 47th American presidency.


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Second Coming No. 65 — March 25, 2025

A poem-a-day protest against the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House


Dale K. Nichols
Oh, How I Love Him!

Oh, how I love him!
I love the surprise.
I love the illusion
confusion and lies.

I love how he grins
and then frowns like a clown.
I love when his circus
train rolls into town.

I love how his temper
flares up like a missile.
I love how he summons
his dogs with a whistle.

I love how he’s ending
D-I-versity.
I love how he hates
L-G-B-Q and T.

I love all the chaos.
I love the disorder.
I love all his threats
from our side of the border.

I love how his tariffs are
doubling the price
of things that I need.
How I love paying twice!

I love his bravado.
I love his disease.
No more avocado
on my BLTs.

I love how he bullies
our neighbors and friends
I love how he shames them
and bares their rear ends.

I love how he hisses.
I love how he sasses.
I love how he kisses
dictator friends’ asses.

I love how he’s making
America first
I love how he brings out
the best of our worst.

I love how he’s tearing
our nation apart
I love that we’re only
now seeing the start.

Oh, I could go on—
but need I say more?
My favorite Don.
What’s not to adore?


Dale K. Nichols is the author of the recently debuted Substack publication Never Trump Poetry. A passionate environmentalist, he serves on the board of the Shirley Heinze Land Trust, an organization dedicated to the preservation of natural areas throughout northwestern Indiana. A former attorney, Nichols holds a J.D. from the University of Michigan. Originally from Speedway, Indiana—home of the Indianapolis Motor Speedway and the Indianapolis 500—he lives with his wife in Beverly Shores, Indiana.


Indolent Books and editor Michael Broder are back with another poem-a-day series as a creative response to the threat posed to our democracy by the current occupant of the White House. The plan is to continue for all 1460 days of the 47th American presidency.


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