Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.
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"...What put them in this place?.."
"...Always coming to the river's edge..."
"...Afternoon stops for road repair, Tan like dirt on construction worker's arms..."
Considering news reports of the killing of drug addicts in the Philippines...
"...it was a time when we couldn't say anything to each other..."
"...the Rohingya flee -- no place to go..."
"...Exceptionalism when it comes to death..."
On the water crisis in Flint, Michigan, USA...
"...a holy coronation as Mother Earth is praised..."
"...tugging emotions out of memories embedded..."
"...The light's history blinding..."
"...wondering what kind of guy am I really am..."
"...Bold claims portrayed in color, dull my doubt..."
"...there is no food, no help or aid to come..."
"...do they not count as well..."
"I took a nap today..."
"...against a common foe -- one last time..."
"...we can be the fields of inventions..."
"...an icon of the times..."
"...misinform my best and most noble of intentions..."
"My uncle's voice is a sheet of glass..."
What happens when you forget to react?
"...How many years have passed..."
"...poisoned speech drips in our ears..."
"A single blue jay squawks..."
"...stenciled letters that spell out the names of dead guitar players and old girl friends..."
"...Each dawn, I let him go..."
We begin a new column in the Piker Press, observing the world and what's happening in it through a poet's eyes.
"Wild roses still grow close to the old house..."
"...The wild has given so much pleasure over the years..."