Forgiveness by Joseph Albanese Realization did not set me free. I did not let go, I could not move on. Indifference didn’t allow me to sail the calm seas of harmony’s motif. It only intensified the recoil. It returns to sender daily in those quiet corners of myself, sneaking in through […]
On My Ancestors’ Backs by Holly Burgess I never felt the whip crack I never felt the crushing of my windpipe by a lynch rope Or the German Shepard’s bite Or the power of a fire hose I never felt a jury of my foes turn up their nose Or lost loved ones to dope […]
The Bixby Creek Bridge Bixby Creek is a gash in the Palisades that bleeds fresh water into the Pacific. -John Charles Frémont Its opened spandrels seem supportive to a dream Not of survival As one might think But of arrival Across that vast chink In the Californian Palisades.
Postcards of the Tom’s River Bridge 1. The Tom’s River Bridge climbs over a bay, nor is it named for Tom, for there’s no mistakin’ a river and a bay and a river named Tom and a bay named Barnegat. 2. The Tom’s River Bridge climbs over a bay climbs slowly like the hump of […]