Terry Murcko: A Truckload of Imaginary Dynamite
For protesting the conditions on the shop floor,
Jumped by company goons and beaten half to death,
He recovered and returned to give those goons more
Than they gave, picked up his pay, and calmly left.
July 16, 2024 · 6 Comments
Edna St. Vincent Millay: The Ballad of the Harp-Weaver
A wind with a wolf’s head
Howled about our door,
And we burned up the chairs
And sat on the floor.
December 8, 2023 · 7 Comments
