Friday, January 24, 2025

New Retail

You go to a new shop
to buy food, clothing,
or a book. A fresh
set of faces blossoms
there. Some faces glow.
Some flow around you slowly
like flowers on a sluggish
creek's surface.

hans ostrom 2025

Walking in Snow

You're walking in snow,
knowing you know
that you're heaving breath,
  that your feet sink with each step,
  that your face gets raw from cold.

Watch your lungs make clouds.
Listen to wind stir trees
and see it tease
  boughs into dumping snow.
    A deep blue, black-headed
      Steller's jay lands on a liberated
        branch. And cack-cack-cackles.

This small unclothed, unshod
creature finds hilarity in snow
  You do not.
    Do not.
      Just don't.

hans ostrom 2025

It’s racism, bigotry and inevitable demographic change

Thursday, January 23, 2025

Today, In Its Way

Today is today. I must not forget.
It teaches me to live in its niche.
On this street, by that purple tree.
With those birds,--black, blue,
speckled, gray. orange.

It leads me to eat this daily bread,
not bread made of promises or dread,
of regrets, threats, or plans, but of
Now's flour, water, yeast, and salt.

Today softly slaps my face
and tells me what people
I must help, what people
help me.  Don't go messin'
around with other days,
you dumb ass,  says today.
In its way.

hans ostrom 2024

Cloud Honey

Somebody planted flowers
in the clouds. They bloomed
like fine sunrises. In squadrons
bees took off from every land
to fly up there. Later in the season,

bee hives rose like temples.
Honey drizzled down on us.
Sweet rain. Was it sticky,
golden brown, and sweet?
Was it problematic? Oh,
yes, oh yes it was indeed.

hans ostrom 2025

OMG! Trump Gives DISASTER SPEECH to DAVOS FORUM

Wednesday, January 15, 2025

Coupons

"I first got married at 17,"
said the cashier, as she dragged
my stuff's bar-codes across
the mysterious prone mirror.

I didn't know what her forearm's
tattoos represented. To me
they stayed abstract &
so I liked them very much.

She continued: "He was a sweet
guy but not very smart." "You,"
she added, "saved 20 dollars
on your groceries today."

"Thank you very much," I said.
"Of course!" she said--which seems
to be what people say now
instead of "You're welcome."

hans ostrom 2025

It Burns Low

 Today I've been talking
to dead people. To my Pops,
who stays alive through
a post-mortem force of will.
And to Ma, who is I'm sure
glad to be past life. To an
aunt or two and friends
who went away too, too early.

To James Baldwin, whom
I met once but who wonders
who is this person? I tell him
his book, The Fire Next Time,
which I found in the back of a
classroom and read at 17,
changed my life. No response.

I spoke briefly to some people
who went out of their way
to be unkind to me. I find
I didn't have much to say
to them. Nor did they to me.
They are smoke, and truly,
my own fire burns low.

hans ostrom 2025