Painful Birds
The helicopters, skillful, painful birds, Again bombard targets above my head: I sit shaking at my writing desk, I bend […]
The helicopters, skillful, painful birds, Again bombard targets above my head: I sit shaking at my writing desk, I bend […]
gentlemen have you forgotten your god? He weeps out loud waiting for our dreams to grow like ears while
Where days bend and straighten in a city that belongs to no nation but all the nations of wind, she
for the 6th grade class of Lillie C. Evans School, Liberty City, Miami I am astonished at their mouthful names—
The Paint nickered, trotted toward us, lowered its broad soft nose to our dog, and I wondered why dogs and
It was 1968 & I was using paper masters to print poetry you’d type directly on them or draw with