Jul 20
Sleeping Within her light of beauty, the body lay. Death has no answer of where she is going. Only wind blowing from the east, indicating storms and tears on the horizon. Bob Dylan’s “Like a Rolling Stone” playing on some hipster’s phono. Far away. Not seen. My wife, gone. Not known where to search. I …
May 24
John Sweet knows a brutal end is coming, or at least, he identifies those who sing the bullshit dogma and try to escape through the palace window. “The Fact that God is neither a question nor an answer,” a line from “Running Dry”—a poem from his new collection And All of Us Drinking the Blood …
Mar 13
Goodbye, John Your funeral was tender…An Irish Sing-song of tears, beer and wishes of being in heaven a half hour before the devil knew you were dead. But we haven’t talked in three years, a steep decline in our friendship was evident to the mourners when asked if I have visited you recently. Dreams, like …
