Charles W. Brice: Hitching Post
A hippie sings his heart out in front of Christ Church, Oxford, his voice out of tune with his out of tune guitar. Our guide, beer on his breath at … Continue reading
Judith Brice and Charles W. Brice: Two Winter Poems
. Today, Of White After ‘Early Spring Thaw’ by Di Brandt Today my bones shudder and shake— quake with the wanton cold of winter her snows of white … Continue reading
Charles Brice: Wisdom
Wisdom is an albatross living in Midway Atoll National Wildlife Refuge. She’s sixty-six years old, my age, and is nesting an egg, a new life, hope in a shell. … Continue reading
Charles W. Brice: Walking Townsend Road, Petoskey, Michigan
One day it’s the red-twigged dogwoods ringed by rag weed yellows and chicory blues that clarify mind and confirm insignificance. Another day it’s the garter snake whose crushed … Continue reading
Charles W. Brice: Elvis Presley Patch
Let’s face it there is no hair left on the top of my head. Even if I bought a designer mop, or had a hair transplant and looked like … Continue reading
