Poetry On Martin Luther King, Jr. Day (January 2021) Ahead of me, not quite at the top, I could see in the starlight the dark neck and the black crew cut of a man in a charcoal suit. I called out to him, and he turned around and saw me.
Poetry Gravity's Rain 331 or The White Continuum Erasing. Black and White. Pynchon made poignant or problematic or paranoid or just plain wrong.
Poetry preter-so(u)lar ⍟ the exegesis of memes. the application of electromagnetic waves. extraterrestrial. the voyage beyond.
Poetry Dulcinea This dream will be forgotten, save that moment where the don turns to me, smiling through sun-dried crust of old age and smacking salt pork between his gums.
