Poem: The Next Necropolis

The Next Necropolis The crowds will come, some in ceremony, waltzing through the sleet. Weary of legacy, they register their ambivalence. Candles sputter in rainfall; cadence of light misfires. Once the wounds are open they can only be stitched up to heal: the scar becomes memory’s tabernacle. Tonight, you’ll earn your own.   _____________________________________________________________________ firstContinue reading “Poem: The Next Necropolis”

Poem: Escape

Escape Joy works at the scabs beneath the cast on her right arm and she watches her family enjoy each other through lowered eyes, studies her grandmother, dressed in ill-fitting, musty clothing, staring into night, picking picking picking at imaginary threads on the wheelchair armrest. Her grandfather stands nearby, talking with her mother and father,Continue reading “Poem: Escape”