Sometimes a poem…

Sometimes a poem beseeches me

Like a dog outside a Greek taverna—

I’m not kidding—she was real—

One eyed, limping,

Fighting to stay on her feet.


Huck Finn and Ishmael—the two most trust worthy narrators

In American fiction…the rest want something from you.


“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.”

—George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four

Something tells me I’ve given up on both…


Of course I want to be loved and understood

But this is the lobster trap we call America baby….


My father’s first job was to shovel snow off the railroad tracks.

He used to find bloody human teeth…


D.H. Lawrence coughed out his heart.

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