Tagged: poem 5
At a Garage in Tallman
Haibun Poem I brought my car in for inspection at Tallman Tire and Auto. A tall, thin man with graying brown hair under a Yankee fitted cap smiles. He was one of Frankie’s...
Diary from an Empire
1/4 rage in Ferguson their hands up they shout don’t shoot our empire bides 2/4 Brown robbed the store a curfew for Ferguson not the empire more by JUN HUA EA
No Light Thing
You held my heart as a red balloon turning the string within your fingers absentminded in your abilities as if air could be contained by single knot and rubber red string begetting trapped self...
