It was easier before: The cock crowed, Jesus turned, the tears flowed The cock crowed, I turned, and the shower flowed
When I think of the wars in Cameroon, my mind goes to Asa’s Fire on the Mountain: “Could it be love for your country, or
My colleague wants the Art of Zen, in French of course Translated from Japanese…I suppose, for they started it. But she wants it from the
In earnest beyond the Pings and Bongs of firearms And call to live your life on the ground with raised arms I see one dying
I wave my blistered hand before my bleeding face, Waving gunpowder smoke and blood fumes in the mist To see the survivors, to see hope.
Can you describe a baby’s smile? Let me try: A breath of fresh air while the sewage tanks are drained; That momentary silence when gunshots