RAPOETICS REPRINT: A Poet in the Park in January by John Grey
A Poet in the Park in January When I see kids in the park with tubes and boards, watched over by bundled-up parents, I don’t bother telling myself, I could be that parent, dutifully…
A Poet in the Park in January When I see kids in the park with tubes and boards, watched over by bundled-up parents, I don’t bother telling myself, I could be that parent, dutifully…
Cycles A ghost with fangs hides in the shadows of dark corners where even the sun won’t dare go to capture rupture strangle until lightning slices the ebony night cracks darkness trembles mountains…
A Final Prayer at my Lynching My only crime the color of my skin Look inside and see your sin The gallows rope cuts my throat Coarse fibers bite I have strength scarce to…