Election Aftermath

The official election is over.
This has been the most stressful,
emotionally and spiritually draining election
in our collective memory.

I finally found time to tend to my garden
Actually, I needed to be in my garden
as much as my garden needed me to be there.

The state of the union in both locales,
my garden and my country, in disarray.
Democracy took a beating, but did not waiver
when confronted by gusts of hot air.

The election is over, but the obsession
to prolong the process and rewrite the rules
persists, hoping to wear down the opposition
(people and democracy) through attrition or virus.

It’s a matter of survival for those committed
to twisting truth at any cost. Willing, ever so ready,
to witness a nation overdose on injustice.

The wind relocated the leaves from the trees
onto the sidewalk which in turn
tried to bury my garden, already suffering
due to a nation’s political unrest.


Humor now…


Trump in the White House (or not)!

Am I the only person in the country
who didn’t expect Trump
to vacate the White House
after the 2020 election?

Friends called me, almost giddy–
that’s right giddy–
with anticipation that he would
leave the White House.

They were waiting
like kids before holiday
waiting to hear him concede.

My question was In what world
does a know-it-all admit errors?

The guy doesn’t know shame,
too conceited
to concede anything.

Imagine all that smog
produced via the army
of overworked, overheated shredders

needed to reduce
the volumes of notes,
contracts and documentation
displacing blue skies, the clean air.

Documentation–that would be helpful
for a peaceful transition–
Transformed into smog and pollution.

Care of the guy
who’s only interest in the environment
was chasing a stripper named Stormy.

So why all the shock and horror
because he won’t move?
People should be more concerned
when he agrees to leave.


Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.