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Independence Bell
Independence Bell Anonymous There was tumult in the city, In the quaint old Quaker town, And the streets were rife with people Pacing restless up and down; People gathering at the corners, Where they whispered each to each, And the sweat stood on their temples With the earnestness of speech. As the bleak Atlantic currents …
The Chapbook
I’ve been working on a chapbook of poetry for about seven months now, maybe a bit more. I’m almost finished, actually. I have one more piece to create. The title is “Hug Your Grandma, Hug Your Mother.” I used to say that to my son after visiting him at Anthony Correction Center. I wish I …
Autumn
This is the poem I wrote in 2009, titled Autumn. It was published in Issue 2 of Holler, A Journal of Poetry and Prose, by the Princeton Poetry Project, Thomas J. McKenna, Ph.D., Director. Autumn It is in the air. The cool of autumn Rides the wind Summer fades away. The sun grows tired …