They Came Marching
They came marching, heels clicking perfectly in step with the most shameful shadows of history while disbelievingly, we watched.
Category: Poetry
I Used To Pray For Dreams
I used to call up a kind of catalogue, a running list I’d keep of what I’d like to meet once I’d lost count of sheep.
Fight the Headlines
The print on the page is here today and gone tomorrow. There is another, more lasting Word.