One Year Later: May a Thousand Voices Bloom in the Underground and the Overgrowth of the Misbegotten
Powers that Be.
Actually, We Be the Powers that Be.
Let us Be!
A year ago yesterday, the Inauguration....of a new volume of poetry, SCORCH MARKS, words of petrol, vitriol, wariness, and forward-hoping empowerment. First poem started on January 1, 2017, final poem completed on June 1, 2017. It is a chronicle of despair assuming new energies as a collective fist of stiff resistance and resolve. It was published in November by Marsh Hawk Press. It burns and burns and burns...may it burn you.