New Prose Poem
from
How the World was Made
in
Based on an anti-war march I attended in Denver,
many years ago.
It begins thusly:
March in Denver
Clear sky. The sun is a furious bird. Coal trains move
through the mountains to the west. So many brilliant cars pass the anti-war
signs speared into grass. When a car honks in support, a friend screams “Park
your car!” He has only a few seconds to explain all of history...
You can find the rest
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Meanwhile,
I'm giving a reading from
All the Beautiful Dead
at
The Golden Notebook
in
Woodstock, NY
on Saturday, October 22, 2016
at 2 pm.
If you know anyone in Woodstock or Kingston, New York,
let them know.
