My Father’s Love Letters (Yusef Komunyakaa Poems)
On Fridays he'd open a can of Jax After coming home from the mill, & ask me to write a ...
On Fridays he'd open a can of Jax After coming home from the mill, & ask me to write a ...
Usually at the helipad I see them stumble-dance across the hot asphalt with crokersacks over their heads, moving toward the ...
The old woman made mint Candy for the children Who'd bolt through her front door, Silhouettes of the great blue ...
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