Old Poems Die Hard #1: RACIST
As the years drain away from all of us, poems too pass into the past. Sometimes you just have to …
As the years drain away from all of us, poems too pass into the past. Sometimes you just have to …
Freedom is a word, nothing more, some vagueness we gather from grainless remastered photographs, from movies, movies, billion dollar movies, …
I sat safe on shore with you, playing with the silt we watched families blow their last kisses aboard boats …