A RAPOETICS REPRINT: The Salvation Army by Weldon H. Sandusky
The Salvation Army A huge van picks us up, secures our Money buckets and tapes the ringer On our little bells. Competition is fierce. I come in Sixth. A fat Santa Claus man first.…
The Salvation Army A huge van picks us up, secures our Money buckets and tapes the ringer On our little bells. Competition is fierce. I come in Sixth. A fat Santa Claus man first.…
POEM STARTER 1009 If you insist on pretending to be someone else, then you’ll never know who you really are. AWARD WINNING POET Her poetry: technical mathematical formula perfection without a trace of…
Back Home & Tea Another night at home, bright, passionate, lunar light spraying at the world beyond 144th St. screaming, “GO! GO! GO!” I think that was God sending angelic encouragement and I, I reject…