You can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man. I can grab your pussy, stick out my tongue, spit, sputter like geysers from below.
Into what hell of fake news, ruse of tax cuts, mountains of lies, the lawyer in the room guise stirs the cauldron today? Don't lean on hopes of Flynt. He scratched a rock, lit a light of immunity for morality or him? Like a geyser, he may sp...
How do I tell you, Life,
I am tired of your stealing
my dreams, hopes, desires
as if they are loot you can haul away
and present to some other. Who the hell
is paying you anyway? You can’t fool
me. I know the patch over your eye,
The doo rag, the parrot that recites
Submit, submit…all lame tricks
Your ship may sail in open seas,
above the law, but what if
I sneak aboard. I can do that.
Tourane Poetry Press proudly announces the fifth anniversary of Perfume River Poetry Review. For this milestone, we’ve released a double issue celebrating Vietnam, her homeland, her heritage, her heroic people.
Free pdf of Issue 5.1: Perfume River Poetry Review_Issue 5.1
Free pdf of Issue 5.2: Perfume River Poetry Review_Issue 5.2
Hard copies are available for $15. For a copy of “Vietnam Fore...
Many of these poems were written after I was on a archeological dig in Israel in 2001. The word "flint" means the leftovers. The poems in this collection are not all about the dig, they may be the leftovers from my experiences and impressions of people, family and and journey.