Tag Archives: politics

DON MAGIN: Campaign Promises

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Vast is my vision,
deep my support,
keen my attention,
to all I purport
will fuel another round
of intentional misreport.

I raise my racket,
and serve into the court
of House and Senate matters,
and civilly comport
with grace and age and reason
as I subtly distort.

Don Magin, husband (of 1), father (of 5), grandfather (of 15 so far), great-grandfather (of 1, also so far), retired chemist (reborn as a science and math teacher), and Santa-Claus-look-alike, lives in Bon Air, Virginia with his wife of 53 years. He has had stories and poems published in several online and print publications.

JOHN H. DROMEY: Politically Corrected

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Soon after the admission to full membership of a significant number of female applicants, the board of a previously all-male Bostonian club considered a motion for a new construction project designed specifically to expand the capacity of the powder rooms.

To no one’s great surprise, the voting followed potty lines.

John H. Dromey has had short fiction published in Mystery Weekly Magazine and 190 other venues.

GRAHAM ROBERT SCOTT: Corn Goddess

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She cracks the door open, and the feds burst in. One with a clipboard announces she’s been elected President, congratulations. As they dress her in body armor, she sobs and protests, eyes windows for snipers. Clipboard explains she won by a single ballot. Quaking, she wishes she’d remembered to vote.

Graham Robert Scott’s stories have appeared in Barrelhouse, Nature, and Pulp Literature. See more at hemicyon.wordpress.com.

ANDREW MOORE V: Home

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Ponder I, alone: “What brought me here?”

The wind says nothing.

“What force?” cry I.

Nothing, again.

“God?” I wait for any answer.

Nothing comes.

“Nothing, then,” ponder I, alone. No fate steered my course. I chose this path.

I turn away to family dinner. How I despise political turkey.

Andrew is an unpublished fiction writer in the Washington area. In his spare time he enjoys pens, pads, word processors and pudding.

DAVID McTIGUE: The Wall

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I knew this stupid wall would be trouble. We intercepted intelligence to “Scramble.” By the time I got there it was chaos. Absolute carnage. There were militia everywhere, cavalry included. The rank stench of death hung in the air. I retched.

My initial impression was that Humpty Dumpty was pushed.

David McTigue is from Liverpool, UK. Writes flash fiction and poetry and loves music, football, crosswords, cookery, reading, and his wife, three kids, and baby grandson.

JESSE BRADLEY: Campaign Stop: Orlando, FL

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The press pool asks Senator Minotaur why he won’t campaign outside of Florida anymore.

His campaign manager remembers the reporter in Montana who wandered off of a cliff, the reporter in Iowa whose stolen car doubled as his coffin, the reporter in Texas with a smile no stomach should make.

Jesse Bradley wrote this story.

MATTHEW EICHENLAUB: God Bless America

Artistic, Poetry, Submissions, ,

When your name was
bantered about our kitchen table,
I was too young to understand.

Now you are back
like a ghost from Salem,
mocking the innocent,
burning them at the stake
in the halls of power.

I’m old now, but understand.
Wake up Joseph McCarthy,
you will lose again.

Matthew lives in Maine.

MARY SHEEHAN: Making Your Voice Heard

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The new Authority made changes.

My comrades looked on with wide-eyed but silent alarm.

We had to assert ourselves now, or we were surely lost.

I opened my mouth wide. “WHAAA!!!” I wailed at full volume.

The others joined in.

The new babysitter quickly flicked back to the children’s channel.

Mary Sheehan writes from the occasionally sunny south-east of Ireland.

LAURA MARION ROSE: October Thoughts from Hvar

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We dock at two. Take a tour of an ancient church overlooking the sea. Climb narrow cobblestone streets polished smooth by centuries of passing feet. Sip cappuccino while people-watching at a café facing the town square. Contemplate calling this home –– a Croatian escape appealing, looking easier than a Canadian one.

A writer by nature, once a scientist by trade, Laura searches for fiction that is truer than life, conjuring up stories that both draw and promise relief from years spent in a fact-filled world. She lives in the Pacific Northwest in the company of plants and friends.

JOHN KEELEY: ‘Tis the Season

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Across the land, shouts of “Vote for me!” echo, answered by, “No, vote for me! I’m better!”

Other lands watch in confusion, so being a good citizen I place a sign on the door to comfort them: “Gone Crazy; Back Soon.”

And then off to bed I run ‘til December.

John Keeley is an NYCer and poll site worker, feels we need to keep the humor in the elections or face going mad!