Between Pandemics A poem dedicated to my father (Sergeant Harold B. Kaufman, Jr.) and his life experiences. Read More » November 24, 2020
I Hear America Mourning There is nothing more tragic than to find an individual bogged down in the length of life, devoid of breadth. Martin Luther King, Jr. Besides, Read More » September 25, 2020
Two Dead TWO DEAD … “soldiers are gunning us down” Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young Speak through ripples/waves In marrow they rise Dried blood the language of Read More » September 25, 2020