I’m numb with news.
Every night the world squeezes
its two-dimensional sadness
into my living room.
Children starve
in the time it takes me
to find my slippers.
Revolution spreads like an oil slick.
Media is a religion
we practice without belief,
fear
glazed with information,
on the longest day of the year.
Author’s Note: Solstice was first published in The Copperfield Review.
Peter Taylor is a Canadian poet whose writing has appeared internationally in journals and anthologies, including Aperçus Quarterly, Construction, The Copperfield Review, Contemporary Verse 2, Eunoia, Frostwriting, Ink, Sweat & Tears, The Linnet’s Wings, Nether, Pirene’s Fountain, Poetry Australia, Pyrta, and StepAway Magazine. His books include Trainer, The Masons, and Aphorisms, and his experimental verse play on the Civil War, Antietam, won honorable mention in the War Poetry Contest in Northampton, Massachusetts. winningwriters.com/past-winning-entries/antietam.
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