Monthly Archives: March 2012

Poet: Sullivan Oakley   Violent cries, desperate times. Place feels like before police tape, grocery store             building bombs,   a flight to Detroit over Spring break. Stay up-to-date. Remove             empathy; I received word                      emergency.

On this metal bird I watch the clouds and breath recycled air Respiratory tunnels irritated Mind slowly pulsing And in my veins, coffee and wine And the epicenter of it all beats a little quicker Not much, just a little … Continue reading →