Second Coming No. 86 — April 15, 2025

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


Sarah Dickenson Snyder
Praise This Wakening into Light  

nothing is ever one thing  I never want something wild in my house      but I’m wild
about milky tea and homemade soup   the clean light-green slice of an avocado   I could bathe
in cilantro  in lemons  in red wine  find me wild on summer bike rides where I say thank you!
into wind   I am wild about grammar    I am wild about letters and words but have misspelled many
on a chalkboard     thank goodness for students who fixed my mistakes   I am wild
about middle school hands in the air    the squeals of wanting    to answer or ask a question   maybe
to hear their own voices     in the universe     I want to help save the world
from those with guns   I want to affix wings on children cowering under desks     lift them out
of a brokenness    I want to grow flowers in the hearts of parents       I want the fires to end  
the smoke to clear   the fear to disappear     this world might be ending   so how am I still  wild
about my feet especially after I paint my toenails pink    I’m surprised that the small girl
sitting on cement steps in the scalloped-edged photo is the same as the wilder bra-less one
in college   and then   all that searching    no one to keep warm   there is not one single speck
of me that wants to die   and yet          one day even the sun      will be done  


Sarah Dickenson Snyder is the author of the poetry collections Now These Three Remain (Lily Poetry Review, 2023), With a Polaroid Camera (Main Street Rag, 2019), Notes from a Nomad (Finishing Line Press, 2017), and The Human Contract (Kelsay Books, 2017). Her poems have appeared in Rattle, Verse Daily, and RHINO, among other journals. Snyder lives in Vermont, where she carves in stone and rides her bike. 


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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“Poetry Pro-Ukraine” Print Anthology Submission Guidelines — RENEWED CALL

THIS HAPPENED ON PALM SUNDAY

Russian missiles hit Ukrainian city of Sumy during Palm Sunday celebrations, killing more than 30

Indolent Books and publisher/editor Michael Broder invite your submissions to our Poetry Pro-Ukraine print anthology (that’s a working title only; it may change). The impetus for this project was the Oval Office meeting on February 28, 2025, between Volodymyr Zelensky, Donald Trump, and J.D. Vance. Many of us watched in horror on live video as Trump and Vance piled on Zelensky in a painful and revolting display of crass betrayal, craven capitulation, and flagrant abandonment not only of an embattled ally, but of 80 years of United States leadership of the post World War II alliance of free, independent, and democratic nations across the globe.

The plan was to allow about one month for submissions, edit a volume of 75–100 poems, and publish it later this spring. It doesn’t look like that timeline will happen, but please redouble your efforts to submit relevant poems so we can get this anthology out in the world.

We will donate all proceeds net of production and distribution costs to an appropriate pro-Ukraine charity. That includes donations as well as sales, and those donations include your donations in lieu of submission fee—Keep that in mind when deciding on your donation amount at the time of submission.

Ambitious! Let’s do this!!

Submission Mechanics

We do not use Submittable at this point, so pay careful attention to these instructions:

  1. FIRST, In lieu of a submission fee, use the form in the online version of these guidelines to make a tax-deductible donation (minimum $1.00, suggested $3.00) to Indolent Arts, the 501(c)(3) nonprofit fiscal sponsor of Indolent Books.
  2. SECOND, Attach a Word document with up to three (3) poems and a brief bio and email the document to michael [at] indolentbooks [dot] com. Again, that’s michael [@] indolentbooks [.] com.
  3. NOTE: We will not review a submission for which we have not received a donation in lieu of submission fee. We will reach out and remind you about the fee.

What we are looking for

Poems that convey the human (and non-human 🐶) lived experience of national and geopolitical circumstances—In this case, with specific reference to the issue of Ukraine and the US abdication of democratic values at home and abroad.

What we will immediately REJECT

We do not want political treatises or diatribes. We do not want soapbox rants and ravings. We do not want childish schoolyard invective hurled at even the most heinous national and world leaders. This anthology is not the place for that kind of writing. If that is what you write, that’s fine, but this anthology is not the place for that kind of work.

Second Coming No. 85 — April 14, 2025

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


Phyllis Klein
Naming Grief

Kip’s sign Stop the Genocide letters painted
in red green & black, he stands there every Sunday for Gaza,
almost a fixture in front of Country Sun
with a mural of sunflowers on its alley side.

I want that too. I want coexistence. I want Obama to copter
onto the flat roof, shimmy down to where we stand,
drama of a hero on Cal Ave.  I want him
to defang the acid in my windpipe, give me a hug.

And yes, I want truce, I want treaty, but Kip hates Harris,
Let the old order fail he says, & I hate him the way
he hates Harris & as if he is holding a rifle instead of a sign.

Suppose the stars are just our grief reflected back to us
I read in a poem. Each incandescent surge a laser arm targeting
our hearts. Is that why we can’t look up for too long anymore, 
keep our distance, it’s too empty-frigid, & the mirrors could blind us.

We are in a dream, I’m telling him catastrophe and he’s
saying Let it come. I am cold sweat on a bed of nails.

Oh, stargazing was romantic when we were young, lying on blankets 
in meadows after dark watching them shoot like phosphorous 
champagne uncorked across the night. I want us to be wiser now, 

we are grayer, definitely sadder—Kip laughs chill out, 
you should believe in the good in people. I am sobbing lava.

All the heavenly bodies in graves dug with blood lust, 
music lovers at a festival, hostages, entire villages blinking down
on us in silence, myriad eyes begging.

We know they’re not coming back. In another dream
Harris leads us forward—We’re not going back. We’re not
going back. But the stars don’t know our names or who we love. 

Kip and me, two ways of heartbreak. We can agree it’s fear—
that planet too far from the sun, pulls us out of orbit. Without fear 
we are everything beautiful. We are all the art in every museum. Until
fear’s wrecking balls batter us into ghosts, facing ourselves in a darkroom
under development. I watch the answer dissolve when light hits the negative.

Both of us trying to find a name for grief. He wants to be a troubadour
for peace. This week he says It’s so good to see a warm-hearted person.
He calls his sign colors of affliction. I am dragon of sorrow. 


Phyllis Klein is the author of The Full Moon Herald (Grayson Books, 2020). Her poems have appeared in The Comstock Review, The Minnesota Review, and SWWIM Everyday, among other journals, as well as in anthologies including California Fire and Water: A Climate Crisis Anthology (Story Street Press, 2020), Fog and Light: San Francisco Through the Eyes of Poets Who Live Here (Blue Light Press, 2021), and I Can’t Breathe: A Poetic Anthology of Social Justice (Kistrech Theatre International, 2021). A psychotherapist by profession, Klein lives in the San Francisco Bay Area.


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. 84 — April 13, 2025

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


Rosanne English
The Skull

I lit the skull candle
with the intention

of burning it down.
It’s been waxing

on the console
a year. The wick

is charred. I turn
the record player on

and listen to Brat
by Charli xcx—

wonder about green,
apples, girls,

and meaning.
I can vote early

today if I want
in Orangetown.

But maybe I want to wait
for Election Day. To feel

the atmosphere at Grace Church.
The flame is high.

My dog licks her inner thigh.


Rosanne English holds an MFA from NYU and is working on her first collection. She lives in the Hudson Valley. 


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.


Find out how to submit poems or flash prose pieces to Second Coming.



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Second Coming No. 83 — April 12, 2025

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


Paula Rudnick
Changed

A Delta jet landed on its roof last week,
hanging passengers upside down like bats
surveying crumbs from their last snack,
their condition changed from light to leaded,
winged to grounded, safe to dangling
at the moment they thought they had arrived.
I did 45 sit-ups this morning—
not bad for a person my age.
My body didn’t ache too much
when I got out of my organic-fiber bed.
The coffee exceptionally good today,
just the right amount of strong,
mellowed by a splash of half-and-half
sipped slowly from an antique floral mug.
The lemon-ginger scone I quick-defrosted  
tasted almost like fresh-baked
and the lilies that I bought on sale
yesterday perfumed the air.
No one shot at me when I picked up the newspaper,
dropped at my front door before dawn’s light,
my life unchanged from how it was
a month ago, except nothing’s the same. 
Inside my chest a heaviness I can’t cocktail-hour away,
inside my throat a rant ready to spill.
The small blue leatherette passport
I used to flash invincibly makes me lower eyelids
when border guards request my documents now
like in some vintage black and white movie
where things get bad and then there’s no escape
and I am bolted to my seat prepared for impact,
weighing whom to call to pledge my love.


Paula Rudnick is the author of Now is Not a Good Time (independently published, 2022). Her poems have appeared in Halfway Down the Stairs, LA Jewish Journal and Kosmos Quarterly, as well as in several anthologies. A former TV producer whose credits range from late-night rock-and-roll shows to Emmy-nominated movies, Paula lives in Los Angeles.


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. 82 — April 11, 2025

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


Susan M. Craig
Today the sky

ineffably blue—all while I’ve read the fires are only
five miles distant—five miles in these Blue Ridge mountains
dense with brittle hardwood, underclad with contorted

mountain laurel—deep green rhododendron budded, not yet
bejeweled in fuchsia. I walk with the dog across the little river
bridge—a river which seems more like a trickling

dream. Rain has been scanty the first of spring.
The bridge rails are crafted of laurel branches—mountain ivy,
the longtime locals call it. How I love this art

of imperfection, no twig the same, no call for straight lines.
A white-haired man comes out of his cottage and waves a welcome.
Come closer, he motions, points to his right ear.

We amble nearer—his cheeks are ruddy, his smile
alive with gumption—his fleece vest burred in leaf fragments,
detritus of bark, shed hair of a yellow dog.

I ask if he plans to evacuate—he responds with a rousting negative.
He exhorts me not to panic, says he’s a retired fireman.
This is no fire! he exclaims; scoffs at smoke like a little brother.

These hardwoods, he declares, will not burn like California.
He gestures to the lush looming forest, our common haven.
I notice his red ball cap’s white letters “Make America…”

I do not lean closer to finish the sentence. Even so, his proclamation
leaves me momentarily reassured, held in sway by some old
generational bravado—and yet there are truths

belying words—that winds can roar like dragons—
that Helene downed limbs and scattered brush, perfect tinder.
That we live in a different day.

He said last night his wife was desperate to leave.
We’ve got nothing to worry about, he assured her.
I smile wordless, the dog and I stroll off like silent siblings.

Today the sky ineffably blue—and yet
some odd quality of light I remember, this
oblique tone of a looming giant.

Today—the sky.
I leave with the dog and our belongings
just before the mandatory order comes through.

Should I worry for them, this couple of an ages-old paradigm?
He so certain he has nothing to fear—not the inferno,
not the smoke, not the earth’s

undoing.  Today the sky—ineffably blue.
Ashes float like pieces of feathers. On my way home,
the valleys are swallowed in smoke.


Susan M. Craig is the author of the chapbook Hush (Seven Kitchens Press, 2023). Her poems have appeared in Poetry South, Mom Egg Review, Kakalak, Quiet Diamonds, Jasper and other journals. She is a visual artist and lives in Columbia, SC.


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. 81 — April 10, 2025

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


Ruth Nicholson
Sonnet for the Absent Poet

Diminished by the threat of winter’s harm,
the ceremony still involves a throng
of luminaries, special guests who charm
with tributes, reminiscences, or song.
But notice, there’s no poet here today—
no chance to greet a new prophetic voice.
No hand placed on the Bible to affirm
a covenant with all who made a choice.
The dais groans with men of property.
A musky scent hangs heavy in the air.
The leader who has promised unity
instead spews insults, proves he does not care.
Burned featherless by hatred, choked by lies,
democracy’s canary slumps and dies.


Ruth Nicholson‘s poems have appeared in Persimmon Tree, Emrys Journal, Kakalak, Fall Lines, and American Journal of Nursing. A Pennsylvania native now retired from a long career as a public librarian, she lives in West Columbia, SC.


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. 80 — April 9, 2025

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


Davidson Garrett
Clobbering Culture

          Heaven truly knows that thou art false as hell.
          —William Shakespeare

On many glorious occasions
I embarked on pilgrimages 
to the iconic Kennedy Center

located in the heart of Washington 
to hear the magnificent soprano
Leontyne Price in recital.

In the sold out Opera House
this legendary Diva of All Divas
(considered an American treasure)

poured forth creamy halcyon sounds
from well known classical composers 
such as Strauss, Puccini & Verdi 

mesmerizing rapt audiences
with a distinctive golden/bronze voice 
sent to planet Earth by Almighty God. 

At the end of these special concerts
I always dashed down the aisle
tossing red roses to Miss Price

begging for more encores—
aware I was in the presence
of Art Incarnate.

And now, a crass classless felon—
spoiled brat hatched in Queens
famous as a reality TV showman  

begins to abruptly dismantle
a beloved cultural institution
appointing demonic nitwits 

to its Board of Directors
governing this hallowed landmark
naming himself—Chairman.

Surely Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis
must be spinning in her grave
at Arlington National Cemetery.


Davidson Garrett is the author of the poetry collections King Lear of the Taxi (Advent Purple Press, 2006) and Arias of a Rhapsodic Spirit (Kelsay Books, 2020) as well as of the chapbook Cabaletta (Finishing Line Press, 2022). A Manhattan-based actor and former New York City taxi driver, he trained for the theater at The American Academy of Dramatic Arts and graduated from City 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. 79 — April 8, 2025

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


Kryssa Schemmerling
Coming of Age

Flashback: California, 1980.
I’m in the car with my mother
who’s running late to cast a ballot
for Carter. We turn on the radio—

he’s already conceding.
This is the moment I learn
that the bad guy can win
and keep on winning,

that a B-movie actor who named names
and unleashed the National Guard
on student demonstrations
was the beginning

of an end where a reality TV star
ascends to the White House, not once
but twice. I grew up trying
to rewrite this script with

my feet. March, knock on doors.
Call politicians who don’t
pick up their phones. Wring, wring, wring
my hands. Still, the plot

unfolds against our will. The protestors
got old, People’s Park has fallen
but Grover Norquist
is alive. We are living

his dream: government gutted,
democracy drowned
like an unwanted animal
in a bathtub.


Kryssa Schemmerling is the author of the poetry collection Iris In (Broadstone Books, 2016). Her poems have been appeared in The Cortland Review, Mudlark, 2River, Glint, and Silver Birch Press, among other journals. A 2022 New York Foundation of the Arts Fellow in Screenwriting, Schemmerling holds an MFA in film from Columbia University and teaches screenwriting at Feirstein Graduate School of Cinema in Brooklyn and at Rutgers University in New Jersey. A California native, she lives in Brooklyn.


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. 78 — April 7, 2025

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


Myra Malkin
Anti-Ode to Ken Paxton, Attorney-General of Texas, and Willing Lady-Killer

—He jes’ loves those tiny little foetuses,
Ken does!

Keep ‘em in the womb, for the whole nine moons
—even if they’re dead, even if they’re doomed.
Handy little prunes, thinks pro-life Ken.

But listen, Ken, we called up God—
he couldn’t have been nicer, that Great White Shard.
God, we said, could you confirm
that every foetus has to go to term?

God says: huh?
God says: wha?                                  

God says: sometimes it’s better to abort.
God says: let’s keep the suffering short.
(Why do we have to have suffering at all?
—we’ll save that for another call.)

God says justice does take time,
but he’ll make the punishment fit the crime.

Down there in Hell, Ken, there ain’t any bans:
Devil’s gonna get you and make you TRANS!
Take away your night-stick, fit you with a womb—
a thousand Kenny-foetuses, all of ‘em in bloom.
No more trying to Tyrannosaurus Rex us
—you’ll own a uterus that’s heftier than Texas.
Great big padlock, between your legs,
that says NO EXIT to the sperms with eggs.

Morning sickness, each day of the week.
Pre-eclampsia’s malaise-boutique.
Maybe some gestational hypertension?
Hyperemesis? Yeast infection?

Have fun, Ken!

You’ll stay pregnant for e-ter-ni-tee,
a convex colossus of fe-cund-i-tee.
You’ll be your very own ball and chain.
You’re gonna wax—and you’re never gonna wane.

God says Kenny’s gonna get what’s due:
what you did unto others will be done to you.

Hit it, band—

He jes’ loves those tiny little foetuses.
He jes’ loves those tiny little foetuses.
He jes’ LOVES those tiny little foetuses,

Ken does!


Author’s Notes:

In 2023, a Texas court ruled that Kate Cox, because of the foetus’s condition and the resulting danger to the mother, was entitled to a medical-exemption abortion. Ken Paxton threatened to prosecute any doctor who performed an abortion on Cox; he appealed the ruling to the Texas Supreme Court, and they paused it. Cox had to get her abortion in another state.  

In 2024, Paxton charged a NYS doctor, Maggie Carpenter, with prescribing abortion medication to a Texas patient, via telemedicine. In 2025, he charged a midwife, Maria Margarita Rojas, with doing illegal abortions and practicing medicine without a license.

In 2025, a Paxton opinion said that transgender people can’t change their sex on driver’s licenses and birth certificates, and that court orders permitting such changes are void.


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.


Find out how to submit poems or flash prose pieces to Second Coming.



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