Member since November 23, 2015 | 0 Readings |
Subscribed by Brian Cochran
March 18, 2020
The sun doesn’t appear / to know the angel of death / is lurking near, hissing quiet, / passing over (or not). / / My lush daughter is / …
Evening at Wyatt Detention Facility,…
Sparrows occasionally flutter by, / negotiating the miles of barbed wire / that encircle the air and the building. / In one room the lights…
WOMEN: Happy are we, the women / in capris who sail / into your parking lot, who swarm / through your automatic doors / into this bright,…
Long winter / These gorgeous kids / all dirty-faced and smart-mouthed / begging for Sprite and shoving / more garbage, more candy money under their…
Would you like to leave a comment on this profile?
Ink Node for a free account, or
if you are already a member.
© Ink Node, 2021