Uh oh. The Supreme Court just lifted the Trump travel ban. But, wait. No grandparents? No lifting of our lamp above the golden door? (a 420 character 9-liner)

“Close” family: I know about such;

& the darn State Department doesn’t,

what with its narrow (quirky & capricious) definition

of what constitutes a bona fide relationship,

one that would enable an immigrant

from one of the six targeted countries to enter.

A son-in-law is ok, a grandmother or uncle is not.

Whaaat? Would you eject the Lost Boys of Sudan too?

Mr. PFN Trump , consider this: unconventional can be close.



Paddington Bear was an illegal immigrant; I doubt Mr. Trump would let him in today. I mean, who are his bona fides? (a 420 character 9-liner)

Please look after these tired, hungry, scared humans,

or if you’re Michael Bond? Bear.

& whether you’re from Darkest Peru (Paddington) or Syria,

hope that a kind Mrs. Brown shows up in your life to take you home.

Such were the author’s thoughts as he watched evacuee kids

during the Blitz, labels around their necks,

all their worldly goods in a tiny pack;

“there’s nothing sadder than a refugee.”

So, Mr. PFN*? Please?


*PFN = President For Now




It was the 60’s, people.  What more is there to say?



“Won’t you stop and remember me

at any convenient time?

Funny how the memory skips

looking over manuscripts

of unpublished rhyme.

Drinking my vodka and lime,

I look around,

leaves are brown

and the sky is a lonely shade of winter.”

~Paul Simon


Hang onto your hopes, my friends.

Toni 6/28/17