by theRevCK | Mar 16, 2014 | Poetry, Poetry
On March 15, in Cleveland, we celebrate 35 degrees?and dry sidewalks by playing outside all morning, and again in the afternoon. We bike the block in mittens and fleece, and with numb fingers push dried peas into peat pots filled and dampened on the stoop. The former...
by theRevCK | Dec 14, 2013 | Poetry
Molech?s Second Helping/Vigil on the National Mall April 11, 2013Dusty crosses, crescents, stars mark graves imagined,not scattered across the country as they arebut all in one placeunder one sunburning down this April day on the heads of the makers of the laws of...
by theRevCK | Dec 7, 2013 | Love and Life, Poetry
I am not from Cleveland. I grew up on a hill in the middle of nowhere Northeast Ohio. But like many dwellers of Northeast Ohio?s cities, I transplanted into this potholed former paradise from my own little piece of Appalachia. Only I?m a generation (or two) late....
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