Now you can read my book of poems (online) for free. Not sure who made it available online, but it’s cool. It’s better to be read for free than not to be read at all. Well, sometimes it is. Certainly, in this instance. (My book has a small print run.)
The sky lights up like a blank TV screen
then blackens. What happens
to the soul? Does it
arrow north or south, a flock
of Arctic terns? Does it
stir the limp limbs
of a fetus
in its bubble? Or does it
crumble, a fist
of dry oak leaves?
I squat between a murmuring metropolis
and a cacophonous town.
I visit. I roam their streets alone.
Strange tongues point like fingers.
Read my book, Good Friday 2000, for free.
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