William Blake . Vanessa German . World Wide Walt Whitman . T. Rump . Keep America Great! — Copyright 2016 Bob Ziller Bob Ziller is an artist, poet, translator, singer, … Continue reading →
there waz a new girl/woman on the street. before i left yesterday. i saw her. marching the corner between brushton and the brusies. making. hard eye contact at alla the … Continue reading →
when you ask me to pray for you.i go up to the roof of my soul.to the top of that mountain where the sun iz red yellow orange right up … Continue reading →
got the Sunday morning haircut at the neighborhood barber shop.talkin pittsburgh.weather.where you from and are your kids ok.the barber man speaks to the atmosphere of my heart and my eyelashes.he … Continue reading →
sometimes i hate you. sometimes i hate you and i feel it rising up in my throat spine lips acid a neon shaft of rage through a red needle an … Continue reading →
let the hand go free. see what happens when yo mind iz not occupied by the occupation of being occupied by the occupation. let the hand go free and … Continue reading →
so i waz downtown at the beautiful bus hour when alla the high school kids and after work mamas are making their way from the hard work n daycare to … Continue reading →
a blue house with stars calling up the almost-evening sky. shining in the sunset her stars and her eyes. where were you when the sky went pink and long over … Continue reading →
black madonna on a paper towel from the public restroom at the shadyside hospital emergency room. where i have been too many so many times. up in there. knowing my … Continue reading →
there is new crack on the street today plus the first of the month was yesterday which means checks been cashed all night and spent on the block. you can … Continue reading →
It is not like i am ashamed of my sorrow. or even ashamed of my rage. i am rage. i am outrage. i am the blues. i am blue. i … Continue reading →
there are a million secret cities in the middle of ohio. a million hidden gravel roads pressed deep into the way back like creases on the dark side of god’s … Continue reading →
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been to the emergency room in the past 18 months. But i’m good at it now. Sad and tired of knowing … Continue reading →
Riot the beauty. throw it brick-like n elegant as a cruz missile right into the lie. strap it around yo waist. let it be yo lasso n heat shield n … Continue reading →