Ray Sweatman
@raysweat1.bsky.social
Author of two novels Making Vespuccia Great Again and Cosmic American Rhapsody and two poetry books. More info at raysweatman.carrd.co
Making Vespuccia Great Again
Chapter 2 The Republican Exit Poll
open.substack.com
February 22, 2025 at 9:05 PM
Making Vespuccia Great Again
open.substack.com/pub/raysweat...
open.substack.com/pub/raysweat...
Making Vespuccia Great Again
Chapter 1 Don't They Know A Coup When They See One?
open.substack.com
February 21, 2025 at 10:44 PM
Making Vespuccia Great Again
open.substack.com/pub/raysweat...
open.substack.com/pub/raysweat...
but with
the sounds of
silence
from those of
healthy voice
and conscience
slowly increasing
in volume
getting louder
as they march on
minding their own
business
this is how it begins continued
Ray Sweatman All rights reserved
the sounds of
silence
from those of
healthy voice
and conscience
slowly increasing
in volume
getting louder
as they march on
minding their own
business
this is how it begins continued
Ray Sweatman All rights reserved
February 15, 2025 at 10:26 PM
but with
the sounds of
silence
from those of
healthy voice
and conscience
slowly increasing
in volume
getting louder
as they march on
minding their own
business
this is how it begins continued
Ray Sweatman All rights reserved
the sounds of
silence
from those of
healthy voice
and conscience
slowly increasing
in volume
getting louder
as they march on
minding their own
business
this is how it begins continued
Ray Sweatman All rights reserved
this is how it begins
not with
the clickety clack of
boots and grunts
clanging
in euphoric unison
nor the
hiss and swish of
books and souls
in ecstatic burning
nor the
tat tat tat of
well-placed bullets
to the last brains
of the union
not with
the clickety clack of
boots and grunts
clanging
in euphoric unison
nor the
hiss and swish of
books and souls
in ecstatic burning
nor the
tat tat tat of
well-placed bullets
to the last brains
of the union
February 15, 2025 at 10:25 PM
this is how it begins
not with
the clickety clack of
boots and grunts
clanging
in euphoric unison
nor the
hiss and swish of
books and souls
in ecstatic burning
nor the
tat tat tat of
well-placed bullets
to the last brains
of the union
not with
the clickety clack of
boots and grunts
clanging
in euphoric unison
nor the
hiss and swish of
books and souls
in ecstatic burning
nor the
tat tat tat of
well-placed bullets
to the last brains
of the union