Shafts from a Broken Bow: Poetry by Tom Howard – Rostie Publishing
Working in Flint, Michigan during the 1920s and 30s as a cigar maker and produce salesman, Tom Howard wrote these wonderful words of wit and wisdom.Buy it on Lulu
Poetry from The Liberator Vol 1, No 1, March 1918 – Rostie Publishing
The Masses was a socialist magazine published in America from 1911-19147. Its demise was brought on when the federal government brought charges against it for conspiring to obstruct conscription during World War I.To carry on its work, siblings Max and Crystal Eastman founded The Liberator. Max, an American writer, and his sister, Crystal, an American… Read More Poetry from The Liberator Vol 1, No 1, March 1918 – Rostie Publishing
Musings: Poems and Life by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill – Rostie Publishing
I have been blessed with poets in my life; allow me to introduce you to one, Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill, my mother in-law. She was a great woman with a kind and loving heart. Always willing to help out and take care of business.She was born in Lanton, Missouri in 1931. The only child of… Read More Musings: Poems and Life by Gaylia Kenslow – Stogsdill – Rostie Publishing
Poetry By Katherine Cary Place – Rostie Publishing
The poet, Katherine Cary grew up in the coal mine country of north eastern Pennsylvania. The Cary’s were somewhat of a prominent family in the area. Kate seemed drawn to older men and married twice, both over twenty years older than her. Her last husband, Judson Kirby Place seemed to provide her with and adventurous… Read More Poetry By Katherine Cary Place – Rostie Publishing
The Worker Ants 015
The little worker ants,Averted their eyes when the black vans stopped,They ignored the men in black masks,Pretended not to see their neighbors disappear.It MIGHT of crossed their little minds,To speak out or question, yet they never did.For the orange clown was keeping them safe.They smiled in satisfaction as their brains numbed,From the propaganda of the… Read More The Worker Ants 015
The Worker Ants 014
The little worker ants had no ideaAt what their miniature wallets would feel.The promise of falling pricesAnd cheaper goodsHad mesmerized their tiny brainsAnd clouded their sound judgmentsTheir ginormous egosCould not fathom their now-empty pocketbooksAnd once again, they ralliedTo find false blame and accountabilityFingers were pointed at past high command, neighboring countriesShopkeepers, people of difference, and… Read More The Worker Ants 014
The Worker Ants 013
The little worker ants,Never, ever, ever fact-checked.For that would be a sin.To question the wizard of the land.Whatever sprouted from the orange cheese puff’s mouth,Well, that was Gospel and truth.For he was all-knowing and saintly.Would never lie or mislead.After all, they believed he was there for them.Cause he said so and smiled at them often.So… Read More The Worker Ants 013
The Worker Ants 012
The little worker antsLearned the saluteKept their mouths shutAnd numbed their little brainsThey bought their red hatsSent in their contributionsDisplayed their yard signsAnd waited for redemptionNone dared to questionOr voice concernThey just marched alongFollowing the pack They felt justified,And righteous.Hatred was the truth.Discrimination, the answer.Or so they believed.Harboring evil towardThe diverse and differentAnd ill will towards… Read More The Worker Ants 012
The Worker Ants 011
The little worker ants Stood in line to buy their tiny red caps Shelled out big bucks to feel a part Of the orange cheese god crew Cheap polyester material Made in China One size fits all They didn’t care, they were in! Roy RichardMarch 2025
The Worker Ants 010
All the little worker ants, Would cheer and jump for joy, When the Clown Car turned the corner. Hidden behind the dark windows, And the bulletproof iron sides, Hid their orange cheese puff deity. He would wave and smirk, At their loyalty and devotion, All the while planning their next fucking. Roy RichardMarch 2025
Ramblings of an Old Coot 