Day: July 7, 2016

Thirty years of silence

self-imposed?

But looking at it now

I’m not sure

of the way it began at all.

Rejections I suppose

played their part

the cruelty of words

written in the absence

of an art

or maybe heart will do

“Politics is no longer vogue”

Signs of  a town

that’s turned

in on itself

Meanwhile

the river flows

to the sea

 

 

Long ago

I walked home

And heard

Felt

The explosion

My classmates’

Fathers, brothers

Uncles, men

Had been lost

We use that word

Lost too loosely.