What Rough Beast | Poem for November 8, 2018

Julene Tripp Weaver
Nightmare Presidency

Our current president
with his team, terrorizes me.
What I say to soothe myself:
this too shall pass,
the tide will swing,
the children will grow up and vote.
I do my best to keep my hope, keep
faith in the nuances, the small hammers
with beating hearts. Let more of us refuse
to say his name, refuse the trauma,
recognize our imperative
to keep ourselves sane,
not collapse in vain.



Julene Tripp Weaver is a psychotherapist and writer in Seattle, WA. She has a chapbook and two full size collections. Her latest, truth be bold—Serenading Life & Death in the Age of AIDS, published by Finishing Line Press, was a finalist for the Lambda Literary Awards and won the Bisexual Book Award and four Human Relations Indie Book Awards. Her work is online at The Seattle Review of Books, HIV Here & Now, Voices in the Wind, Antinarrative Journal, Anti-Heroin Chic, MadSwirl, and Writing in a Woman’s Voice, you can find more of her writing at www.julenetrippweaver.com.

SUBMIT to What Rough Beast via our SUBMITTABLE site.