Of Things I Never Forget
it is how we string names to our parent
& i find my father in each letter,
such as how he died on a woman’s chest
with a gin buried in his breast pocket,
Poem: Sir Amarata Briggs By Tares
So they put the books he has never read in his casket, and let the sea have him.
This is how to bury a hundred year old Poet Laureate, who exchanged
his childhood for a volume of books on how to cure dementia.
Four Poems By Obinna Jones
The four Poems are used to relate the human existence to a temple (it is sometimes a solid structure and other times a