RAPOETICS REPRINT: Hymn by George Freek
HYMN (After MEI YAO CHEN) I hear a blue jay scream from a nearby tree. His mate believes they are hosannas, thrilled by such a sweet melody. Perhaps it resembles what we call poetry.…
HYMN (After MEI YAO CHEN) I hear a blue jay scream from a nearby tree. His mate believes they are hosannas, thrilled by such a sweet melody. Perhaps it resembles what we call poetry.…
I’m Still Dreaming of your Birthday empty flower vases, burnt cake, useless gifts wrapped in old newsprint I could have done so much better have no excuse, except for childhood memories hanging like rat…
F O U N D O N: The House’s Pulse POEM SOURCE FROM: Badgirls by Leanne Grabel Published, 2011, in Newport, OR. And through impressions at Al’s Den, a bar in the basement McMenamins Crystal Hotel in Portland, Oregon,…