Reading A Book Alone In The Redwood Forrest, a poem

Reading a book alone in the Redwood Forrest On the observational scale, I do sit here in the redwoods in lotus pose, with a copy of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance on a stack of logs next to me. What is the catch? Is that but the paranoid disillusionment of the redneck hippiesContinue reading “Reading A Book Alone In The Redwood Forrest, a poem”

Charleena Lyles and 3

Charleena, Charleena A mother of 3. Several bullets laid out     For her children to see. Charleena is dead  And so is her baby. For Charleena was pregnant, She was past month 3. Charleena, Charleena, You had a name. As did several others, All the casualties in this game. Charleena, Charleena, I did notContinue reading “Charleena Lyles and 3”