Things are afoot more like underfoot

Photo: James G. Brennan.

Humanity undid karmas knot with belligerence and ignorance;
pulling relentlessly, killing rebirth, shaming their grannies
until they could no longer accept its vitriolic nature,
disowning spawns of their spawn.

Trampling karma underfoot, rendering it powerless
until the balance shifted towards the overwhelming many
finding no recompense;
the human race got crushed within dark matter,
releasing magnetic fields it hides to keep balance
so as never to leave the tiniest human stain
upon this or any other universe. Amen.

Thank you, Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) for giving my words a platform. 🙏✨

Thank you all for reading and your precious time. Always. J. 🙏✨




Irish Word for, Witch, Hag, Bag.

Photo James G. Brennan. In Deepest Darkest Ireland.

A modern-day Helloween media evangelist horror story.

Some call you an auld hag,
others a witch.
Your black cape flail’s in the wind,
as you scuttle around on your broomstick
cackling to yourself about others.

They say you are a lore unto yourself
casting dogmatic hocus pocus;
but I caught you sitting on the fence
while you sang suspicious minds,
unable to raise Elvis.

I suspect you’re just a flapping auld bag.

Alex Jones, (conspiracy theorist evangelist) Jim Baker, Robert Jeffries. Trump-etists. Witch, Hag, Bag. 🤣🤣🤣

Thank you all for reading and your precious time. Always. J. 🙏☘💎💥🙏



James G Brennan

Writes free to read eclectic free verse poetry. "Everything in life is writable about" Sylvia Plath.