by Ken | Aug 24, 2004 | Poetry & Prose
What do we tell them? How do we explain to our children That we lived in world that almost died Our own parents hid under their schooldesks But we knew better And didn’t even bother Maybe it was denial Just a movie script A lot of cold threats Or something we...
by Ken | Aug 22, 2004 | Poetry & Prose
Men Don’t Cry I am a man; men don’t cry But it is oft there’s something in my eye When a woman gives me flowers Or on a random Tuesday counting my blessings At the movies, in the dark, more often than one would think It is a chronic problem, really it is I feel that...
