We Know How Much A Man Contains*
Seeds and miracles a mechanical spirit The Father, The Mother, sons of steel, daughters of the revolution. The will to …
Monthly Archives: September 2012
Ci Oyate*
The savage stick does not come softly, it is swift, full of vengeance in the white hand of justice. …
True Belief
With one wet match I will light this oil soaked heart Put fire to the brand iron Press it to …
Spring In The Land Of Promise
Boundaries are exploding. Lines once drawn disappear in a hail of wind. The sand is alive …
Lakeside
The grass is not emerald green. It is a thicker shade, more inviting. Welcoming as a field …
A Simple Dedication
Release your strange heart. Begin to know what you want in the aftermath of the storm, in the bright finale of …
An Angry Poem, Because So Many Flags Are At Half Staff
The wreaths are piling up on the curb. Flags at half-staff line streets swept …
Poetry on the run 