Stephen Fuller *** Poetry, Essays

We Gather

We gather. Together. Let our masksDown only to take a bite or imbibeA liquored dose of what we need.Our distance adequate for loveTo bloom over other…

The Caged Bird, with audio

Sings louder uncaged in streetsProving a dream deferred doesExplode.Yes, we have found the answerTo a question thatNeverShouldHaveNeededAsking.But Hughes didBecause it didNeed asking.Now we know…The caged bird…