Dad, a poem for father and son
After listening to Father Son by Peter Gabriel For Dad, for Bobby, for me I am still trying. A fight still in my eyeThat glistens through…
The Ghost of Tom Burwell
After Jean Toomer’s “Blood-Burning Moon” Tom, come sit with me, ghost.Show me the rage born of loveA kindness that melts awayWith the kerosene artlesslyPainted at your…
I am a White American Man, an essay
What does this mean? I will get to this, but first, over the past week I have been putting up a fence. The process of digging…
My recommendation for the day, watch and subscribe please
http://www.youtube.com/watch That is an excellent start. I also recommend this series. It moved me as a young man in Hugh school; I will rewatch now.
“The Defining Value”
The question I hear our nation asking in between the texts and soundbites and tweets is, “What are our defining values as a people and as…
“Where I Go From Here” An Essay Reflecting on a New Direction for Fullbeard Lit
Over the past couple of months, first learning to live with the reality of a pandemic that had me resorting my personal goals and priorities and…
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…
Pause. One (with audio)
Pause. The words have been mine,So much my own they tire me.I can breathe, others cannot and soAnd so…My words tire me; hear others’ wordsTo let…
