by harmonica | Apr 5, 2018 | Poems, Poetry
1 Thick fog. The steep draws of the coast range, dense with cedar and fir, invisible now, except for the grey silhouette of the south ridge. Five years since I came here, walking. Three since my son was born upstairs from where I’m sitting beside the squat... 
by harmonica | Apr 5, 2018 | Poems, Poetry
Denial I do not offer words instead of food to the hungry, easy phrases instead of houses to the poor. I cannot call upon the stars to stop wars, nor dangle hope of heaven under the noses of the dying. I am no pope, nor politician, nor astrologer, and I do not speak... by harmonica | Apr 5, 2018 | Essays, Memoir, Non-Fiction, Stories
It’s nearly impossible for me to remember jokes. I guess I’m not the only one with that syndrome. But there’s one joke that sticks with me. It goes something like this: Dude is broke, his wife is sick, kids hungry, etc. Every night he kneels at the foot of the bed and...
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