4 Early Poems from my friend Chris Granias

Early Poems Chris Granias 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 my direction and winked at the window— it was snowing. Cars and subway el trains clankered thru the years. The lady stopped waltzing and fell…

Another Moment

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 mundane mix of denial another moment gone another kiss missed 1000 steps behind my yesterday’s lover tempted by temptations wrung through blades of glass today…

Warrior

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 the disease I’ve ignored. I began by molding mistakes into steps and lessons learned into stones building blocks I laid outside my back door. Forming…

Boxes of Blood

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 paper. We follow the order as the instructions say and check the box that applies to us. There are boxes with color and labels of…