A Seventeen Syllable Salute

A few notes from our senior book reviewer, Philo Remington:

We at the Emmett Lee Dickinson Museum are heartbroken. On November 4, 2019, Mary Steinberg, an author and poet from Chicago, lost her short battle with pancreatic cancer.  Ms. Steinberg was a HUGE fan of the poetry of Emmett Lee Dickinson (Emily Dickinson's third cousin, twice removed -- at her request), and she was a life-long member of the Dickinson Organization of Poetry Enthusiasts.  

Mary's book When They Go Low, We Go Haiku -- "documenting Donald Trump's journey from president-elect to unindicted co-conspirator, three lines and seventeen syllables at a time" -- was published one year ago, and she also supplemented the book with blog posts on her website, HERE.  Due to declining health, though, Mary had to quit her site and blog updates last April.  Mary's obituary is HERE. 

Below are a few of our favorite haikus from Mary's book:

By Mary Steinberg:

We’re building Space Force!
Who’s going to pay for it?  “Mars!!!”
His rally cult screams.
  
Give me your tired.
Your poor, your huddled masses.
Got cages for them.
 

On Melania Trump:

Be Best, or Don’t Care,
Melania, which one? Ah!
Clothes make the woman.

On cabinet meetings:

Sicko-phants gather.
There’s a cabinet meeting.
Who cleans the slobber?

On Mike Pence:

Tale of Two Mothers.
One raised you.  One married you.
You little Dickens.

On the inauguration:

Grifter has sixth sense.
Haley Joel saw dead people.*
Grifter saw fake ones.**

*Haley Joel Osment in the move The Sixth Sense.
**The largest audience ever to witness an inauguration. Period.