Angry Arm
My muscled arm swelled with anger.
poetry
Since
My body blocks my mind when hot desire
The Windows of My House
The windows of my house measure the sky
Let the Light Speak
I know that ' tightrope ' feeling, juggling
The Guru
You only walked
Poem
Dear lives lost for nothing at all,
Snake
His earmark is loneliness, biding in the sun
in the Beginning
Jesus lifted heaven out of his flaming words.
The Proletariat
Life for him is a vile storm of hate
A Moment on the Gulf Beach
'Land o' Lincoln' says the license plate
Pages
Current Issue: No. 301
