Poetry
Jan/Feb 2021
Juneteenth (#3)
The blue wildflowers. The gulf a rare blue. The gulf isn’t blue, but see how pretty I want to make it pretty. It was ugly then. How long it took. […]
Poetry
Jan/Feb 2021
1965
For Matthew In Selma that day. The photograph. It is the way she is looking at him. Not his name. His pallor. Not the city, nor the event, not even […]