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…
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…
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.
“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…
A Quartet and an Epitaph
Turn your head and… Some days the past comes Breaking the fourth wall Grabbing me by the balls Telling me to turn my head And spit.…
I Wake Screaming
Beep beep beep punctuates the evening rituals – story, snack, teeth, songs – the red light releases my security to someone, somewhere else. In the comfort…
I Wake Laughing
I wake laughingFinally, everyone in on the joke, my dream shakes my belly and I wakeLaughing. Not screaming as has beenThe case. Good. I wake laughing.I…
