Early Poems Chris Granais forest autumn school bell farce, blowing the auburn hair into young summer’s hand stretched for alms. 21 June 1971 The waltzing lady turned her head in … Continue reading 4 Early Poems from my friend Chris Granais
Beneath the numbness a tingling comes and goes announcing life and death pain and loss in a world blinded by difference and run by fear the everyday is flavored a … Continue reading Another Moment
A midst the troubles of loss and the hell’s of pain I gained the art of crafting a path for my stumbled steps unlocking the woman I am to face … Continue reading Warrior
two poems about my dad.
We are color-blinded by race and obsessed with sex a society of half truths where people skim by indifferent to the divides placed categorizing them in groups averaged out on … Continue reading Boxes of Blood