Jay Carson: Michael
On his route with a load of papers on his head,
he wasn’t tough enough to scare Michael
who socked him so hard papers flew
like peace doves all over Fifth Avenue.
June 27, 2019 · 1 Comment
Jay Carson: Luminary
Just in case you think I got screwed up only recently, let me tell you about the fire: My wife in those days was a candle maker as well as … Continue reading
January 1, 2019 · 2 Comments
Jay Carson: Baroque
I remember the hollow cross above my mother’s bed And the day it opened to me accidentally. Me, playing, although perhaps always snooping. The back slid off like a caster … Continue reading
August 7, 2018 · Leave a comment
