Gourd
In a sideboard shuttered away, I find it.Shake it.let it fill my palm—this brown surfacesmooth and firm.Who held it,carried it to this shore?I shake...
There is in the Water
What happened here the history I mean thismean thing there right there the bridgewhere they were lynched and who elsewas there and this is always here Ito make them mean something and howcan inanimate objects say...
occupier artclasswindow is crackedopen to let fresh air in. outsidesunny schoolyard under
lovely cloudless sky,the kind of blue beggingto be licked and torn asunderby hungry...
