June Bug Love for Charles Bukowski
He is Hank to anyone who knows. When he drinks it is just enough to release something bright, something dark. …
Category Archives: poems
“We’ve got to be as clear-headed about human beings as possible, because we are still each other’s only hope.”
James Baldwin…
The Strange Tracks of Missing People
There is confusion. Even after the phone call I can only see you alive. The message says you are a …
Shadows
A glass menagerie crystal animals, light filtered through blinds makes them fluid on the wall, moving as if they have something …
Protected: Patience and Sarah
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Stories
There are many old stories about the opacity of truth, the paucity of answers, the audacity of humans. They are …
Dancing With a Black Girl in West Virginia, 1971
Music sweeps us up in a gentle rise, a sirocco, a slight swaying of hips. Black and white in 1971 …
Visit
My grandfather’s hands are smooth, hard, polished stones. His once blue eyes now steel. Grandmother’s hair is the moon’s ashes, …
Poetry on the run 