From the Editors
NHR party/Palin poetry/NHR author signed to Pantheon
First things first: the issue #3 launch party will be at Labyrinth Books, 290 York Street, New Haven, from 6pm to 8pm. Please come!
Second, we are thrilled that after we wrote about essayist Lee Sandlin, an undiscovered literary treasure, an agent on our email list contacted him, they got together, and now he has a two-book deal with Pantheon. Congratulations! (And glad we could help.)
Finally, a couple weeks back, we put out the call for poems about Sarah Palin. We just had a hunch that out there, somewhere, somebody had decided that Sarah Palin merited verse. A lot of great poems came in, but the sure winner, for dedication if not for quality, has to be the blogger at wittyditty.wordpress.com, who in the past few weeks has turned her (why are we so sure it’s a “her”? we could be wrong) blog over to the versified crucifixion of Alaska’s leading flutist/politician.
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You’re right - - I am a “her”. Blissfully ignoring the part about “if not for quality”, thank you for this great honor, I think ! If I may, here is my favorite:
Beware - Do You Dare Read My Palin Nightmare?!!
I dreamt She became the President.
I know that sounds extreme.
I am haunted by this nightmare:
McCain died in my dream…
Our country was in a state of shock.
Nobody could believe it.
And what misfortune the future held
Nobody could conceive it.
She took the Oath of Office
On that cold and windy day.
With her hand perched on the Bible
Our country slowly slipped away.
The first thing that she did that morning
When she came in from the cold
Was to call the Cabinet together
“It’s time for action. Let’s be BOLD!”
“Just go ahead and do your thing.
I need a minute to go pray.
As President of the country now
I need God’s Plan today.”
Down in the Situation Room
There was talk of terror, talk of doom.
A hostage crisis was unfolding.
It was an urgent meeting they were holding.
When President Palin waltzed into the Room
The military brass jumped at attention.
All worried about her leadership now
Among them, no dissention.
“Our embassy was stormed today
The terrorists now rule it
They have guns and bombs and poison gas
All within their evil tool kit.”
“Options 1 thru 4 are diplomatic
And unlikely to succeed.
Options 5 thru 9 use tactical force.
Tell us how we should proceed”
“No time to think. I will not blink.
I’m fully in command.
Just do something doggone it!
And use a heavy hand.”
“There are three world leaders who need to talk”
Five minutes later she was told.
She shrugged her shoulders and proclaimed,
“Not now, put them on hold”.
The Dow just dropped a thousand points!
World stock markets are crashing!
The United States cannot withstand
This economic thrashing!
All color drained from her face so strained.
Her voice cracked, but then went mute.
Her eyes went wide like the moose that died
That day she went out on that shoot.
Reporters packed the Briefing Room
Anxious questions filled the air.
They were waiting on the President
She had to be somewhere…
“Make them leave! Get rid of them!
President Palin said with great ire
I’ll do what I’ll do and I won’t go through
their baptism by fire “
“But Madam, the country is in despair!
You must talk to them through the Press.” - he cried
“No reporters allowed here in my House
While I’m under such duress”. - she replied
Back in the hallowed halls of Congress
There were some who made a speech
At the end of Her First Day in Office
On their duty to impeach.
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