Tired Old Rebel
in endless march
a floating child
very last vestige
of the embryonic army
the powerful march of history
violates your soil
infiltrations of nests of thieves
murder is committed with impunity
on your fragile neck
scars left
by a carnivorous animal
the U.S. colonial yoke
this...
Sunflowers
“I'll meet you by the car in five,” I say, rushing through the door. We're late to a cemetery service for my godfather.
The florist's corner shop looks cozy and inviting in the midst of...
