Poem for those who dance on the graves of the dead by A.D. Winans

POEM FOR THOSE WHO DANCE ON THE GRAVES OF THE DEAD Hey Jack The Poetry Flash Finally gave you Some space Even if you had To die for it They used your name In the same sentence as genius Funny Continue reading Poem for those who dance on the graves of the dead by A.D. Winans

a.d. winans | nine poems

A.D. Winans and Bob Kaufman REMEMBERING BOB KAUFMAN He walked the streets of North Beach An ancient warrior with hollow eyes That seared the dazzling lights of the City by the bay His eyes boring into you Like a drill Continue reading a.d. winans | nine poems

olly bryan | poem for jack micheline (in my room)

POEM FOR JACK MICHELINE (IN MY ROOM) ‘diaries of moments recorded in an assertion of will from that will springs all wisdom’ Jack Micheline Jack, you sculpted beauty out of lunacy in a world which seeped and continues to seep Continue reading olly bryan | poem for jack micheline (in my room)

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