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George Drew: Positive Space

he taught me how to make a military tuck
of the sheets and blankets; the way a quarter should bounce,
and when it did, the way he’d smile and clap my back. I lived for that.

July 27, 2021 · 5 Comments

George Drew: The Sheryl Crow I Mean (with soundtrack)

the smokin’ hot honey dressed in skin
tight black leather pants and matching jacket
and wielding her six-string and harmonica,
meant Mr. Sin and his sidekicks were for
the moment muzzled

July 17, 2021 · 3 Comments

George Drew: Early Morning at the West Side Y

My God! The man with long white hair
waiting for an elevator on the thirteenth floor
is Edgar Winter, blear-eyed from a night
spent raising the roof at the Fillmore East.

April 15, 2021 · 1 Comment

George Drew: I Know You’re in Detroit

Aretha, I apologize for having never written a poem
for or about you, not in all the Hit Parades of years
I’ve grooved to you…

November 7, 2020 · 1 Comment

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