Home Safe

for Melvin     I’m sitting on the floor watching Jackie Robinson die or watching his funeral, or he’s stealing home and he’s dying into home and I’m trying to look back. There are people in dashikis and afros. Everyone … Continued

All My Grooved and Scratched

All alone In the kitchen With the kids gone The wife gone The leaves gone The way walls disappear Into meadows The way knives Disappear Into marigolds Sunshine Into debris Of the spirit I’m all alone In the Kitchen I … Continued