December 0

Blog Archive

Thu, 24.09.2009

TO CHILDREN by Lawrence McGaugh

We were alone and did your life
As close as we could get-
You are neither of us!

Small one
Things happen merely because you are so imaginative-
You shall hear me upside down…
Live items more possible then real.
Your cries give my escape another draw-plate
From the last know escape.

Reprinted by permission of Lawrence McGaugh.

learn more

New Poem Each Day

Poetry Corner

Black is the first nail I ever stepped on; Black the hand that dried my tears. Black is the first old man I ever noticed; Black the burden of his years. Black is... NEGRITUDE by James Emanuel
Read More