rose park tennis camp 1973 (for ms walker) A poem by Brian Gilmore rose park tennis camp 1973 (for ms walker)in the morning like the prosat wimbeldon we wear white.listen to a tiny black womanwho thinks this is the marines.she... Continue Reading →
detroit sketch #1 (for m.l.) looking closely i now see the chevys fords chryslers lining these streets like paupers standing in soup lines years ago everyone really did still believe in this. they bought the cars. they embraced history. they... Continue Reading →
guns, bats and books “Every person has a right to bear arms for the defense of himself and the state.” (Michigan Constitution) there is a bat in my house. everyone thinks this is normal. when i call places that eradicate... Continue Reading →
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