No Revolution Without Poetry, No Poetry Without Revolution!
From Somewhere in Philly-- Literary Yelps from an Old Dog Willard Art
We are the dolls our mothers ...
forgot to bring in from the rain when they were children
our severed limbs & bodies of trees
Who could have known porcelain faces
would rust – eyelids in vacant lots
teeming with centipedes & flowers
arrogant with morning light