The Border

Should we care that a man was held upon re-entry to Trump's citadel? A real American, Muhammed Ali's son, stopped at the border for his religion: Detained for beliefs, for his father's choice, once the loudest, most American voice.

The Storm

There, feel suspicion shifting, with  the volute of winds, drilled, air-cracked, this wooden floor, almost set lifting, with me tied-to, in Ulysses contract, waiting upon a messenger's distract: A low across my nervous squall, you, my storm, could destroy this all. And I shall sleep through falling trees, as I did once before, in another … Continue reading The Storm