Freedom Day

Jack Ramey reads Freedom Day. [Poem] We hold these truths to be self-evident: all white men who own property are created equal – this of course excludes black people and Indian people and women and poor white whiskey tangos who have no pot to piss in. Nonetheless, it...

Field of Dreams

In Memoriam: Steven Urchek [Poem] Death is the mother of beauty The mother of us all Birthing us on to new journeys Into new identities Melding us with the Holy Spirit The All-One Over-Soul. And on January Twentieth 2021 A day of hope for...

Un Secret

Mont Sainte-Victoire, Provence [Poem] Marc and Anne-Marielive in the shadow of the Marquisde Sade’s chateau betweenLe Coste and Coustelletin the hot magic of Provence. They live like children of wonderwho have no past or futurewho laugh at everythingand sing...

Prologue: The River

. [Poem] The Iroquois called you O-he-O, the Wyandot the Oheezo, which some took to mean “sparkling,” others “white,” while the French took it to mean “beautiful” :– La Belle Rivière, the beautiful river they called you and they were right, at times you are white, at...

The River

. [Poem] 1. A great bronze god This morning Swollen and muddy, Slowly silting down, Muscles rippling like some Giant water stallion, Moving past Broadway, past Elm Past the geese at the floating marina Past the stacks of the monolithic power plant Past all the bare...

Onondaga Lake

[Poem] ………………..- .- for the corporate heads of Honeywell Hiawatha combed the snakes From the mind, preparing the way. Preparing the way for Tadadaho, Keeper of the fire of the One United Longhouse of the Haudenosaunee, The people of...