By Wegolonyo Erick But my son I speak to you with a humble voice Do I quarrel? (No, i do n—'t) Yet you heed off my free advice And I use My soprano vocal Not the heavy husky hectic bass! Dear son, perverse not in this road In this road of civilization.
Be Real Reality might be bleak Yet the ones who accept reality Are not meek For the strong Are the ones who truly endure And enjoy the gift of life itself Son Rise Born into a world Of night and day Parents help a young man Not go astray Some abandon … Continue reading Poems by Alex Andy Phuong
By Thomas Page Whatever happened to the morning sun Asks the solitary, evening moon b ‘low The stars and the clouds framing a sky done. This time of year, I cough up my own lung Winter’s curse to the body that will know Whatever happened to the morning sun? Leather rancher coat … Continue reading The Morning Sun