Poetry

The Postman

Even now I sense a gentle flutter,  mild anticipation at the mailbox,  my earnest sentry…

Dystopian Justice

The accused stands in the witness box on  day 198 for the New Era  having…

An Appeal for Truth

How do you disappear a people? Take away their food; it’s simple. Remove them from…

Chasing gratitude: A Thanksgiving ode to us all

November brings thoughts of closure and completion – sometimes willing and sometimes imposed – as…

Adoptee Games

Rage and Grief are playing hide and seek. Rage covers its eyes and counts to…

A Search for Ancestors

Down narrow corridors of the Muskowekwan School for Indigenous Children, we enter the nightmare of…

Making sense of life -and death; Or die trying, anyway!

We think of death as merely the opposite of life and in a fundamental and…

Venerable August and its captives

August – named after Roman emperor Augustus Caesar – with its loaded name arrives carrying…

Out of The Blue

What did Virgo’s stars portend? A prophecy of place and time, a raison d’être. On…

Avant-garde

Yer’d think dat some great folks done come Like Linctom, Grant and Douglas wuz, Er…

WOLF CAME TO ME, ONCE

Wolf came to me, once. I thought about Faust. “My perception creates my forest,” said…

Idea

Ideas lie dormant, A pensive reflection, they are. Inside the cave of fortune Broken like…

Chasing the trail of endings

Oh, Children of War! “I want to read something to you. I will translate.” Salam…

Comfort(able)

I want to get the fuck out of this bodily prison. U   N  …

IF I SPEAK IN THE TONGUES OF MEN

“If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love,…