The Sneaker Test
“My legs were unsteady, and objects were moving away from me as if being sucked into some cosmic void.”
Two Poems by Rich Ferguson
It’s only seconds /before someone pulls a trigger. /Only seconds before someone plants the seeds/of a kiss. Another Day in L.A. 1. Early morning symphony of coffee brewing, babies burbling, truck gears grinding, industry wheezing. Blackbirds singing, barrio bus-stop benches creaking, emaciated mop-top rock-star palm trees rustling in the breeze. Those unheard: the sleeping, the dead, and stealthy coyotes lurking […]
What the Woke Don’t See
Two Poems by Kenneth Chacon Ride or Die; Or What the Woke Don’t See It’s 4 o’clock in the evening when a young man decides to bust caps with a stolen semi-automatic while spinning donuts in a convertible in a churchparking lot on the Westside. This man is the color of coffee, no cream, […]