The Green Table

As knowledge deepens, so sorrow increases in these poems that move in measured cadence to the goading of old roots; and at the root is man in his shock of bone… attempting to atone for black self-loathing and all the killing that comes out of the grey-dark of the brain: troops in armored cars in Chiapas or troops in armored cars in Belfast… it was déjà vu: race/class warfare live, relieved only by the lover who stands as a fugitive exclamation mark in the hour of the banging question.

Poetry 2003 • 6 x 9 inches • PB 67 pages • 9781550965735