poetry
A life forsaken (with apologies to Robert Frost fans)
December 5, 2014"Two men converged on Canfield Drive, one man just walking down the middle. My squad car passed him and I stopped; would I make this something big or little?"
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December 3, 2014"bought the ticket in my hometown, all aboard for the shootin' place, won't see his hands up high, death in his eyes, tears runnin' down his mama's face..."
Read moreAmerican Grace
November 26, 2014"Remember those who grew this food, who picked and packed, who shipped and sold..."
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November 10, 2014What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Read more“Free Radical Bluz”
October 31, 2014"To my fellow workers going it alone, who square off with bosses but just get skinned right down to the bone..."
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